I nodded, getting up as he heaved himself out of the chair. “Are you almost done?”ĭad’s expression brightened. Don’t think I didn’t notice the door open, and you’re not sitting there until two in the morning building that coffee table again.” “Can I help you in the kitchen, honey?” Dad asked, now all sweetness and light. Dad shot me a look that was a cross between “shut up” and “don’t validate her.” Of course, I didn’t stop laughing-I’d stopped being afraid of that look ten years ago-and got a wink from Mom for my troubles. I burst out laughing, quickly covering my mouth with my hand. You haven’t moved from the sofa for three hours.” “Keith Hancock, I’ll wash your mouth out with soap if you keep sassing me.” I bit the inside of my cheek so I didn’t laugh. Do you think you could spare a little to focus on not burning dinner?” “You have half a mind to run for council, and the other half is focused on writing them a letter. I’ve half a mind to run for council next year.” “You can’t lose a mind if you don’t possess one in the first place. Mom wiggled her finger at him, the bright red of her nail a quick flash of color through the air. “Portia, honey, if you write another letter to the council this year, they might…Well, I have no idea what they’ll do, but Councilor Jeffries will lose his mind.” The Largest Ant Colony in the World Spans Four Nations
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