ALMA

What about Velma could he want to talk about? I knew it could be a trick to draw me out of my room, but whenever my daughter was involved, I couldn't possibly find any reason not to respond in time. I stood closer and caressed the knob. I didn't know what to do from there.

My defiance was certainly slipping from my grip. "What could you possibly want to talk about?" I asked from the other side, still holding on to the doorknob. I was more psyched about what his concerns might be than ...