That night after the dinner dished were done, Mrs Wilkins asked Johnny and Billy to come into the living room for a minute. They looked at each other nervously before accompanying her into the room.
“Have a seat, children. There’s something I want to talk to you about.” Already there was an ominous edge to her voice.
“I ran into Belinda today at the club and she had a very interesting story to tell me about what you two were up to yesterday at the beach when you should have been home mowing.”
Again Johnny and Billy exchanged knowing glances. So Belinda had talked after all.
“As you both know, I do not tolerate underage drinking by anyone in this house. What do you boys have to say for yourselves?”
What could they have said? Any excuses or denials would have only made things worse. Instead, both boys just looked silently at the rug; Their red faces said it all.