“Come on, kid,” Perrin grabbed Tamara’s hand. “We’re getting out of here.”
“But Dad thinks I’ll be here.”
“You own a cell phone?”
She held it up. “But only for emergencies.”
“Fine, as soon as we’re in the car, you text him. Say, ‘Perrin had clothing emergency. I’m with her.’ Make sure you put ‘Hugs’ or a smiley face or something at the end. He did a real hard thing letting you off the hook before. He deserves something nice.”
They dashed out the door, Raquel and Kirstin barely having time to wave. They piled into Perrin’s mini-van and pulled out onto the streets of Belltown.
Tamara dutifully punched out a text. “Is ‘love you’ too mushy?”
“For your dad, you can never be too mushy.”
She finished the text, with a somewhat evil grin.
“What?”
Tamara looked out the window, watching dow
