My Father's Best Friend

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a deal, he’ll

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stants had been groomed to do. With my home office silent once more, I

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ologetic smile on her face. “Sorry, Mr. Marx. I di

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ment company in the country wasn’t a job that you left at the office. It was a lifestyle that flow

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night,

chair, my fingers clenching. Maybe there was something to those stupid stre

ome down to my office. My anger spiked, cau

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ut of her room,”

-floor office, I stomped upstairs. The music coming

y to pound on the door, but it

ung over her shoulder. Judging from the one-piece bathing su

out the note from her

hen she quickly masked it, features becoming flat once

ul for such back talk, but at that m

d it’s only September. According to this note, you threatened another student. On F

n’s eyes rolled. “Is this what you’re payin

This shit had been going on for at least the last year. Acting out at school. Not turning in assignm

ur personal responsibility onto her. All she does is ta

both clomped down the stairs. “Thanks for that. Yo

ad to be at that point. I’d tried yelling before, though. Ju

ce. Not that I hadn’t

ck else was I

a move to shut it in my face. I quickly grabbed it, th

d, Raven? You have

air, she kept her back to

anything you want in life, but not if you keep ac

, effortlessly gliding all the way to the opposite end of the pool. On the other sid

hadn’t been blind about my gifts either. Growing up in a working-class family

I’d also consciously put her in public school rather than in private. And no thousand-d

had I g

ime with this pointless dance. I still had two more calls to make before th

I went to the wall and killed the ligh

teach my daug