Ava I was just getting out of Eric’s truck. Eric and Cleo had dropped me home after our dinner. Cleo had cooked up a delicious dish of spaghetti Bolognese with a side of garlic bread and potato bake. While we were eating dinner, I could understand why Eric loved her cooking. She really was a good cook. I said goodbye to Eric and Cleo and they drove away. I made my way up the concrete path and to our front door. Making my way inside I saw my parents sitting together on the large sofa. My brother was sprawled out on a single recliner. When he saw me, he said, “Where the hell have you been?” “I had dinner at a friend’s house,” I replied. “You don’t have any friends,” he retorted. “So, why don’t you try again? Where were you?” he said once more. “Dad, could you please remind Asher that he