CHAPTER 18
“Kyle Lancer stop trying to paint your sister, she’s already a work of art,” Ireland’s mom shouted from the kitchen.
“Yeah a regular Picasso, distorted nose and all,” Kyle shouted back.
“Kalee Marie do you, or do you not, have dish duty as part of your punishment for missing curfew?”
“Aw Mom, I was only ten minutes late,” Kalee whined.
Ireland watched as his mother turned and shook her finger at Kalee. “I don’t care if you were ten seconds late. When your father gives you a time to be home, your butt better be in that door, and not making out with Herman Steadfield in his Mustang convertible. I didn’t have thirteen kids without knowing how it happens young lady, now get to washing those dishes.”
“Yes ma’am,” Kalee replied going to the kitchen sink.
Ireland’s mom set a cup
