After about another hour and half, Theo finished the chapter. I handed him a pen and a paper and told him to begin to write his essay.He groaned through it all but an hour later he managed to write something presentable enough. I took one look at his essay, told him to leave it over so that I could make some corrections then gave him another chapter to read.But Dad came back and when he found out that I had Theo over, he suddenly seemed very interested about being in front of my door, looking for something.I rolled my eyes at his less that subtle attempts at spying on us.“Dad,” I drawled at some point when I stepped out to catch him standing close to my door. He quickly pretended to be inspecting the wall.“I don’t think this paint matches with the carpet,” he mumbled.“Dad,” I scoffed. “Come on. You trust me, don’t you?”“Of course,” he said with wide eyed innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Sure. Come on, Theo and I are trying to read. We are just reading, noth
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