Chapter 28 I'm Not A Drunkard
- Yet, Carl persisted. "Grace, this weekend you'll call Dad," he declared, more as an announcement than a suggestion.
- "Okay," I conceded, my eyes still fixed on the outside. I just wanted this conversation to end, and agreeing with whatever Carl said seemed the quickest way.
- "You didn't inform me he'd be joining us for lunch," I complained to Carl, seizing the opportunity to shift our discussion.