"Adeline what did you do with the half a million dollars that suddenly disappeared from your account? " My father authoritative voice interrupted my busy hand that was guiding a fork full of honey pancake into my mouth.
I paused halfway through with the fork midway to my mouth.
"Huh?" I gulped down an anxious lump in my throat.
Fuck! That dickhead bank account manager of mine had to alert my dad about the money transfer!
I look at my father. He has his strict dad face on. I smiled innocently at him. "I invested the money dad and soon I am going to rip the profit."
He rustle the New York Times newspaper he was reading and peered at me with his warm brown eyes that were identical to mine. It was the only thing I inherited from him. And my mom I inherited only her sensuous plump lips.
And oh my dad still reads the New York Times in print form. Yeah is he very conservative, sticking to the old ways?
