There were only a few cars heading the same direction as we entered the multi-lane road."Darn, I was hoping for traffic," I said jokingly. "Anything t... delay the inevitable." You expect a fight?" Lenore asked."My father is a bully, as I've said before. He's going to want to punish me for not telling him my score." Hey, I thought you told him the truth about your score," Jason said."I did, but I did it in a way that my father would think I had scored poorly," I said with a sigh. "Obviously, he. He went through the house with an eye for detail and made extensive notes, me explaining my ideas for lighting, sound, data, and all the other wiring, him describing how he would hide updates to maintain the period look. He told me that he too was in the process of rehabbing a house, a rambling Victorian on a side street in the county seat. I was relieved that I could count on his sensitivity to historical preservation to guide his work. I suspected we shared other sensitivities as well,. But, you know you raised me to be a good girl. So, have a little confidence in me, and my judgment. As I said, I WILL be 18 in a few weeks and will be considered an adult. When you look at me, don't you see an adult?... and Mom, you called him Billy before, his name is Bill!!" Eighteen does not make you an adult. You will still live under this roof and live by my rules", Daddy said."I know Daddy. Have I ever done anything to make you unhappy, or disrespect you or your 'rules'? I think it might. ‘Just please give me a moment to let her know that you’re here and ready to see her, and once she confirms she’s ready, yes.’ He nodded, trying to distract himself from the things on his mind by cracking his knuckles, shaking out his body, blinking repeatedly, anything he could think of. All right, man, come on, he told himself. It’s only six more minutes…even less now. Still, it felt like forever. He tried watching the TV, but a program with a bunch of cute British people drinking a lot of tea.