SHOPLIFTER Chapter Five.
I had never known my dad this mad. He was furious. He just went on and on. I did not have to lie to him. I never had a chance. I never got to say a thing. I just sat there and sweat and froze. I was shaking violently. The calls would be early tomorrow, because dad had to leave for a long meeting at Aronow & Associates and mother was committed to helping with a Make-A-Wish bake sale at nine. Anger filled the room. That was it; meeting over. My dad was screaming angry things I will never remember as my parents stormed out of the kitchen and up to their bedroom. I sat choking on a strange vomit that just rode in my throat. I could hardly breathe. I reached up under the …