He buzzed the garage door open bringing the car to a stop as the door dropped behind them. Kelsy was out like a shot and dashing upstairs. He remained in his seat cursing the gods that conspired against him. When he left his vehicle, he did so with very little in the way of spirit to climb his way up. His ex-lounged comfortably in his chair, dressed or undressed, depending on the point of view, in one of his tee-shirts. Their idol worshipping daughter sat at her feet like she bowed before a goddess. “Make yourself at home,” he mumbled under his breath. “What?” Tina asked, sparing him a look. “Did you say something?” “Mom,” Kelsy attempted to commandeer the conversation. “Yes,” he intruded. “We need to talk.” “I bet you never had fried turkey,” she continued excitedly. “Dad fried one today. Talking about de-lish.” “About Kelsy.” “Hey, I speak English, you know.” Tina uncurled. “Kelsy’s earned a punishment.” She unseated her daughter to pull the ottoman over and extended her long legs across the soft leather.
