Lexi’s mom had been hanging around her more then normal the last few hours, and Lexi was afraid she knew why. She had tried to keep her new date a secret, but as usual, they knew. Her mom had been “dusting” around her room for fifteen minutes.
“Hmm?” her mom said. “Oh, sorry, dear.”
“Mom,” Lexi said, nailing the impatient sound of teenagers.
“What’s wrong, Lexi?”
Trapped, Lexi came clean. “Mom… I… I have a date. I need to get ready.”
“Oh, I know dear,” she said. “Your father’s cleaning his gun. We can’t wait to meet him.”