We both go back to eating and I decide to not bring up the college thing today. Last time we fought about it and he's about to leave for at least twenty-four hours. I don't want us parting on bad terms.
A knock sounds on the door before an agent steps through. "Mr. President?"
My dad stands. "I'm coming."
"I'll move the birthday party," I tell him as he gives me a big hug.
"Good, I don't want to miss it." I watch him leave and feel somewhat better. I can't believe July is pregnant. Now the two of them can stop hiding.
I finish eating and put my plate in the sink before I leave the kitchen. I wanted so badly to ask my dad what had happened to Ford. But when someone says something's classified, I've learned to drop it. No matter how nosy I want to be. Still, I wonder if I can get someth
