#Chapter137
Well, you’re special
Oliver
Conner left to change his clothes. I came out of my bedroom and continued down the stairs. Dad was sitting at the table working on something. I wanted to suggest it was car-related, but who knows with him.
I roamed over to the table and sat down.
/"I noticed Conner was here./" Dad screwed in a screw. /"Did you two fight?/"
/"Why does everybody assume people argue when someone leaves? No, he left to change. The psycho twins sprayed a hose into my room and drenched Conner./"
Dad chuckled.
/"Where’s Mom?/"
/"Nora and your mom are completing Nora’s next graphic novel./"
/"Doesn’t it upset you that Mom and your ex are friends?/"
Dad peered at me. /"No, should it?/"
/"I was wondering./" I shrugged.
/"Oliver, are you okay? You seem moodier than usual./"
