Frank wasn’t that bad. He wasn’t the pain in the ass I thought he would be. He was kind of cool. He reported by to Father my comings and goings in Boston but he wasn’t a snitch.
I had no idea Father’s reasons for the calling me home. Something told me it would be more than a friendly father daughter visit. Since he never brought up the Percy incident I was sure it had to be something else. Maybe he had a job for me. I made a detour into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. Mai Ling always made extras. I missed her cooking. I learned to make some of her dishes but she was a far better cook than I will ever be. I missed lunch but there would be something for me to snack on.
I showed up early so Father wouldn’t send a search party for me. He had this thing with knowing my whereabouts. He had eased up a bit since he had Frank living with me. Maybe Father wanted to discuss my birthday. I hoped he wouldn’t do anything special or extravagant. He knows I don’t like any extra attention.
