A Child of Another Story
My own slippers were nowhere to be found.
'Isn't that just hilarious, Erick?' I mocked myself.
I dropped my suitcase and turned to Yoel. "I'm still waiting for an answer. Where's your kid?"
Yoel gulped, looking like he wanted to stand but Sheila held him down.
He gestured dismissively at me, "Erick, don't sweat it! We were just kidding around, playing Truth or Dare!"
The girl with the bubblegum-pink hair next to him chimed in, dramatically clutching her chest. "Totally, Erick. Don't get it twisted! We always spice up the game with some racy jokes. It's all in good fun!"