EvieMy phone vibrated again. It was a phone call. My immediate reaction was it had to be him. “Oh, it’s my dad,” I said when I saw his number. I slid off the stool and headed toward the back corner of the bar near the restrooms to hear better.“Hey, Dad,” I answered.“Evie? Is that you?”“Yes, Dad, who else would have my phone?”“I hear a lot of noise. Are you working?”I looked around the bar. “No, I’m at the bar.”“Oh, visiting Nelle,” he surmised. It was only a little embarrassing that my father knew how straitlaced I was and knew I wouldn’t be hanging out at a bar on a Friday night. I never did get that rebellious streak. I sometimes wondered if I missed out on something good.“Yes, I am visiting Nelle,” I answered. It was sad I wanted to lie and tell him I was there drinking and hanging all over men. I was not normal.“Do you have anything going on tomorrow night?” he asked.I bit my lip. I was hoping to spend some time with Xander, but we had made no firm plans. My dad was my
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