I was confident I’d be able to somehow make my father believe that the photo he had seen of me and Misalo was really nothing to be upset over. Even if I had to break down and cry to soften him up, I knew I was witty enough to pull it off. When all of the drama settled down, I was going to make Anna pay big-time. My plan was to not get mad or even with her, I was going to get ahead of her. I just had to be patient and nail her when she least expected it. If she wanted to make our father believe I was the neighborhood slut, then I was determined to make him believe she was the community crackhead. However, with all of the scheming and plotting that I was mapping out in my mind, what I did not factor into my equation was my mother. When she arrived home she was on the phone with my father discussing what my punishment should be. The way she looked at me when she walked into the house made me realize she was ticked off enough to drown a woman on dry land. I wasn’t going to get around her so easily.
