Beth slipped into the house and turned off the porch light. She eased down the dark hall toward her bedroom. From the end of the hall, her mother said, “Beth? Is that you?”
“It’s me. Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s okay. How was the party? Did you have a good time?”
“Yeah, it was fun. Sammy tried to kiss Trina, and she slapped him. The poor guy was really embarrassed. It was pretty funny.”
Her mother chuckled. “It sounds like it was. Goodnight sweetheart.”
As she pulled on her nightgown a few minutes later, Beth thought about how she always ended up waking her mother when she came home. It was almost like Mom wasn’t really asleep, like she’d been laying awake waiting for her.
She frowned, irritated. She’d never come in after her curfew. Didn’t her mother trust her?
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