Laura
After my dad told Stephen goodnight, I started to walk with him into the house, but my dad had other ideas.
“Laura, honey, stand back. I’m sure Stephen can find his room on his own. It’s not a big house, after all,” he said.
I turned to him and asked, “Why?”
“Because I said so, and I want to chat,” he replied as he walked over to the chairs on our porch.
“Go talk to your father; I’m sure he’s going to kill me anyway,” Stephen told me.
“He isn’t going to kill you. You’re imagining that,” I reassured Stephen.
“No, I’m not. Go, while I await my death in the room he’s letting me sleep in,” Stephen said.
“You’re being a drama queen,” I said to him.
He didn’t get a chance to respond because my dad called my name again.
I turned away from Stephen and went over to my father. I sat
