Chapter 18: To London
Chapter 18
Frankie and Joanie were saying goodbye.
Frankie had finally ended her whirlwind stay at the house, and I could see it in Dad's eyes—he was actually sad.
I, on the other hand, was relieved. Joanie had spent most of her time hovering around me like I was a celebrity, giggling at everything I said, following me around the house, and once even offering me a juice box like it was a grand romantic gesture. I mean, I get it. I'm cool. But this was a bit much.
We were sitting in the kitchen after they'd gone, just me, Charlie, and Dad.
I leaned back in my chair and sighed. "Well... that was new."
Charlie took a sip of his coffee. "You mean the part where I became the third wheel in my own house?"
"No," I said. "The part where I had to deal with an eight-year-old girl having a crush on me... and Dad got all the good stuff."
Dad didn't even deny it. Just gave a wistful smile.
"Unreal," I muttered, reaching for the last slice of toast.
Welcome to Malibu.
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