@page { margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-top: 5pt } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; src: url(fonts/CharisSILR.ttf) } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; src: url(fonts/CharisSILB.ttf) } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; src: url(fonts/CharisSILI.ttf) } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; src: url(fonts/CharisSILBI.ttf) } Chapter Seven Sam made it back to my place by two. A little after three o’clock I heard a car door slam outside and rushed to the front door. I flung it open in time to see my father get out of his car. When he saw me, he smiled widely and said, “Hi Snicklefritz!” I ran down the steps and flung myself into his open arms. Even the use of a nickname I hated couldn’t take away my joy at seeing him. There’s something about fathers and their daughters. I can’t explain it, but every time I see my dad I instantly feel safe.
