Both of you? Tube8 Mrs. “Turn around and give us a twirl.”
Dasher obliged, spinning slowly and flipping her hair over one shoulder as she struck a pose. And honestly? Her smile didn’t falter, though she shot him a playful wink before turning her attention back to the room. What shocked me even more about what happened after my father made it clear he wasn’t kidding was that Mom didn’t argue. The backyard gate creaked as I opened it, and I winced. I nodded, even though I didn’t fully believe her. The women posed like pageant contestants, their smiles dazzling under the glow of the tree lights. “Okay,” I admitted to myself, “maybe demanding to be let in wouldn’t go too far.” I pictured
