Kelly still looked upset, looking out the window, while Keren had a perpetual dirty look on her face. She was so much like her mother, Alan thought. I love Maggie, but this has gone far enough. “Girls, you are to go to your rooms until I call you,” Alan ordered when they pulled into the driveway. “Dad? Am I in trouble?” Kelly asked, looking up at him. He shook his head, leaning down to kiss her temple. “No, honey. I just need a few words alone with your mom. Be a good girl and mind me.” “Yes, Sir,” Kelly said, trotting after her angry, silent sister. Alan took a deep breath and walked into the living room where Maggie was reading a magazine. “You’re home early. How was your day?” she smiled, scooting over to make room for him. “We had some problems at Lance’s. What have you been saying to the girls about him and Noelle?” “Nothing in particular. Why do you ask?” “Somehow I find it hard to believe that my nine year old comes up with comments about sick sex on her own, Margaret.
