Everdeen | When My Father Calls
I sat down on one of my kitchen chairs and brushed a loose strand of hair from my cheek so that it wouldn’t stick to the wetness.“I guess I’ll have to come home to see that, huh?” I said.
Next weekend, I told my father. Next weekend I’d come when he called to tell me what was for breakfast.
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