CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
If there is one thing that sucks, its then you have force food down your throat,despite being full; only because you do not want your guest feeling alone. Thankfully my plate is more filled with the caesar salad the lasagna.We are almost through with the dinner when the front door suddenly opens, Dad walking in. He stops at the doorway, clearly surprised to see me. But I'm more surprised that he looks sober. I glanced at the wall clock; registering that it was only 10.45 p.m.
“I wasn’t expecting you until later,” he takes off his shoes, putting on the side, “And I certainly didn’t expect your blind date to be Adam. I’m actually pretty relieved its him,”
“No, its not me,” Adam quickly denies.
“Yeah, its a coworker of mine. Speaking of which, next Friday I’ll be atte
