It dawned on her a moment later, and she remembered what she had just said. "Dad, that was just a classmate asking me to hang out. I didn't want to, so I made up an excuse. I still have several sets of casual clothes in my closet with the tags still on."
"I just went to the mall and bought a few things while you were away. You're older now, you have your own tastes."
Wyatt Winslow put down the newspaper and stood up. "Go change your clothes. I'll get the car from the garage. I'll wait for you at the neighborhood entrance."
Holly Winslow had no choice but to change and head to the neighborhood entrance. Wyatt Winslow's car hadn't arrived yet.
Just then, her phone vibrated. Mortimer Quincy had sent her a text.
Wifey, you coming home?
Nope. Dad's taking me to buy clothes.
He replied in an instant.
I'll take you to school this afternoon.
Dad's taking me.
The other end went silent for a minute. Then: Wifey, I miss you.
