Dad’ll be back in a few minutes and we have to be ready to go to the lake.”
I hear him say amid loud bumps and slams,
“What? Darn!! I stubbed my toe.”
I giggle again.
I know even what he tripped over.
It was my … I mean his backpack that was always lying on the floor right by the closet.
I never understood why I always left that stupid thing right there to be tripped over.
At least I won’t ever do it again.
It’s not mine anymore.
I ask, “Are you all right?” And rattle the doorknob.
He shouts, “Stay out girl. You know you’re not allowed in my room. Besides, I don’t have on any clothes.”
I giggle again.
