Carla looked hesitant. 'Well, Ian, I was wondering...I have a huge favor to ask.' I looked at her, pretending to be reluctant. Truth be told, I was wondering what the hell she was going to ask... 'I need some help with a paper due tomorrow...I wouldn't ask if it weren't REALLY important...'
Dad interrupted. 'Waiting for the last minute...Driving all the way out here to ask for help wasn't very wise, young lady. Suppose Ian had plans for the evening? Then what would you do?' Dad. So practical.
'That's why I didn't call...I thought if I came out here you'd have to help; or else I'd come all the way here for nothing...' She smiled at me impishly.
'Oh, that's so sneaky, Carla! I think your brother would be happy to help you! You needn't be so conniving!' Mom said with a smirk. I looked aggr
