The plane landed in the airport and I let out a long breath. I was a bit surprised at Father's approval to use the jet when I had barged into his home office informing him that I needed to go back to Vermont and I had to use one of the jets.
I could tell he wanted to say something but he kept his mouth shut and nodded, wishing me luck. That was all I needed, my already packed backpack was outside his office. I pecked my mother goodbye telling her some c.ock and bull story of how I had received a call from the juvenile centre needing me to go back and sign some documents concerning my release. She didn't know about the deal between the agency and I and I wasn't going to be the one who told her.
Father would certainly do a better job telling her, at least he knew how to deal with her ange
