Reese is busted by her mom for playing hooky
|"Hey Mom, I'm home!"
Finally, Reese arrived home. I was in the adjoining laundry room, folding the last of the towels. She made herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I sat the laundry basket on the kitchen table.
"How was school?" I asked, closely observing her, remembering the day the nurse placed her in my arms, so pink and perfect. Her little fingers wrapped around my finger as I looked directly into her eyes, instantly smitten.
"Fine," she answered nonchalantly, her dark eyes barely glancing at mine.
I went into the refrigerator and poured her a glass of milk, "So, what's his name?" I asked.
Her eyes widened as I placed the glass on the counter in front of her.
"You were with him today, right?"
She pondered her response. I can always tell when she's lying to me. Guiltily, she lowered her head.
"I forgot Mrs. Ranck," she whispered.
"Yeah, attendance officers rat you out every time. Where were you?" I implored.
"At the state fair with Cate, Brad, and Steven. I had no tests, so. . ."
"So, was Steven worth it?"
A smile came to her face; my baby was in love, "How long am I grounded for?"
"That's for your dad to decide. He's the one who got the call from Mrs. Ranck. I'm guessing you won't be seeing Steven socially for a while, or anyone else for that matter."
After she finished her snack; she went to her room. I shook my head, then called Rick.
"Did she say where she was?" he asked.
"Hanging out at the state fair with friends. Sound familiar?"
"Eerily. She can never know we skipped school before."
"You mean, she can never know she was conceived that time we skipped school, right?"
10-03-18 Daily Flash Fiction Contest Playing Hooky 297 Words