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Capricorn in Aquarius - Part Two
The downstairs war went on for most of an hour. I didn't move from my position, even when I heard footsteps coming upstairs and pausing outside my door. Then, a knock on my door, and Daddy's voice. "Merrilee? Let me in."
"Door's open," I replied, then I belatedly remembered what he had said.
Daddy opened the door. In one hand was my discarded schoolbag, the other my winter coat.
"Didn't I tell you to lock this door?" he demanded. His eyes were twinkling, though he had made his tone strict and stern and he was talking loudly,more so than usually when I was in trouble. I realized why when I heard a loud sniff from belowstairs, punctuated by the slam of the kitchen door.
Daddy draped my coat over the Queen Anne chair in my room, put the schoolbag on top of it, and came over to the bed. He sat down, then got up and closed the bedroom door firmly, and returned. He unfolded my arms and held them across his lap as he talked. I loved my father's tone. it was soft but smooth, even when he was going to punish me.
"I'm not going to say any more about last night, other than your mother was very put out and quite hysterical when she got off the phone. She was very insistent that you be punished, and I reminded her you were only looking for a phone to call her . That didn't cut any ice with her. She was all for dragging that damn paddle off the wall, and I had to wrestle it away from her twice. While I think she was wrong, you were also in the wrong."
Why? For what? I didn't have long to wait.
(To Be Continued.)
The downstairs war went on for most of an hour. I didn't move from my position, even when I heard footsteps coming upstairs and pausing outside my door. Then, a knock on my door, and Daddy's voice. "Merrilee? Let me in."
"Door's open," I replied, then I belatedly remembered what he had said.
Daddy opened the door. In one hand was my discarded schoolbag, the other my winter coat.
"Didn't I tell you to lock this door?" he demanded. His eyes were twinkling, though he had made his tone strict and stern and he was talking loudly,more so than usually when I was in trouble. I realized why when I heard a loud sniff from belowstairs, punctuated by the slam of the kitchen door.
Daddy draped my coat over the Queen Anne chair in my room, put the schoolbag on top of it, and came over to the bed. He sat down, then got up and closed the bedroom door firmly, and returned. He unfolded my arms and held them across his lap as he talked. I loved my father's tone. it was soft but smooth, even when he was going to punish me.
"I'm not going to say any more about last night, other than your mother was very put out and quite hysterical when she got off the phone. She was very insistent that you be punished, and I reminded her you were only looking for a phone to call her . That didn't cut any ice with her. She was all for dragging that damn paddle off the wall, and I had to wrestle it away from her twice. While I think she was wrong, you were also in the wrong."
Why? For what? I didn't have long to wait.
(To Be Continued.)
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