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note, continued:
"Yes! And then she said it was more comfortable in the bedroom. So you went upstairs."
An icy silence fell over the room. Mom looked at Dad with shining eyes.
“What is she saying?” he asks, clenching his jaw.
Dad tries a pirouette:
"Oh, you know, kids are always inventing things..."
But the girl, not at all determined to remain silent, continues:
"No, no, it's true! I looked through the keyhole! You were doing strange things. It was a bit like you and Uncle Jack last time, Mom, except this lady laughed a lot more."
Dad, who was drinking a glass of water, coughed it up.
"Excuse me?! Uncle Jack?! »
Mom blushed furiously, and her hands began to tremble.
"I think you misunderstood me, my dear."
But the little girl insists categorically,
"No, it was the same!" Except for Uncle Jack, who made funny faces when you jumped on the bed! And you, Mom, always said, "Oh, Jack, you're so good!"
Dad bursts into a bitter laugh, crosses his arms, and looks at Mom.
"So, Mom?" What's the deal with Uncle Jack?
Mom panics and tries to regain control:
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