« You have got to be kidding me! »
I was out of my car so fast that I didn’t even close the door behind me.
I marched toward the pickup truck. Emily saw me first. She was laughing at something he’d said, but her smile dropped the moment we made eye contact.
I marched up to the driver’s side window and rapped my knuckles against the glass.
Slowly, the window lowered.
« You have got to be kidding me! »
« Hey, Zoe, what are you doing— »
« Following you. » I braced my hands against the door. « What are you doing? Emily is supposed to be in school, and why on earth are you driving this? Where’s your Ford? »
« Well, I took it to the panel beater, but they didn’t— »
I sharply raised my hand. « Emily first. Why are you helping her cut school? You’re her father, Mark, you should know better. »
Emily leaned forward. « I asked him to, Mom. It wasn’t his idea. »
« But he still went along with it. What are you two up to? »
« Why are you helping her cut school? »
