I had to do it that night after we put the girls to bed. I knew he would be mad, and I wasn’t sure if he would want to talk to me after or even make the trip to LA to see Johnny. I was becoming mad at Steve for asking me to keep it a secret, but it ultimately came down to me and my choice to lie. I went back to my room and started to pull a few papers and get some things started for the next day and for Friday. I was glad it was a Friday that I was off. It was an easier day with gym and computers, so there was less planning I had to do for a substitute. I was done finally a little after four, so I grabbed my things and headed for the car. When I climbed in I called Sam. “Hello, sis.” Sam was always so cheery. Some days it was just plain annoying, like now. “Sis? Well, it’s a step up from bitch.” Sam was good at greeting me with that term too, though never in a mean way, but instead playful.
