On Friday night, Thomas was lying in bed reading a book when he heard the living room door opening and closing. Kristy had arrived and called him. She appeared in his bedroom and knocked the door to draw his attention.
"Are you going to bed that early, daddy? No TV tonight?"
"I am finishing up a mystery book that I've been reading for a long time," Thomas said and she saw him on his striped blue pyjamas. "What about you? Aren't you going out with your sweetheart tonight?"
"Kyle went to a concert with his friends. I didn't want to go because those songs suck, and they had bought their tickets a long time ago before I even met my boyfriend." Kristy came close to her father, hugged him and kissed his cheek. "Hum, you took a shower and smell good, Dad. I knew you've always been neat in spit
