*Juliet*

“Juliet, come join me on the patio while your father makes us lunch.” My mom slides her arm through mine and we walk out to the patio. She winks at my dad before shutting him in the house. “He will probably be a while so let’s have a little chat.”

“What would you like to chat about?” I ask nonchalantly even though I am pretty sure the topic of conversation can be easily guessed.

“I just want to know how ...