CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE

As promised, Uncle Al let me go to the party by keeping my father preoccupied. I slipped on a short black skirt and big grey hoodie over my black crop top. Wearing my ankle boots, I listened to Zoe chatter over the phone.

"I'm pulling up at yours in a minute. Don't make me wait out long," she warned.

"Calm down, woman. I'll be down in a second."

I ran out of the house before my father could stop me and jumped into Zoe's car which pulled up in time. She sped off as my dad stepped out the front door, yelling my name. I threw my head back, laughing hard.

"He's going to kill you when you get back."

"Uncle Al said I'm allowed to stay as late as two."

"I love your uncle. Do you think he will ever marry?"

"He's too busy being my mother, Zoe. Eyes off my uncle."

"You have to admit that he is hot. Where does he work out?"

"Stop sexualizing my uncle. Gross!"

Noticing my clothes for the first time, she asked, "Phoebe, why are you wearing that hoodie? What happened to the clothes we picked