Hypnotizing Daddy Goes Awry
“Good book, Maggie-pie?” my dad asked. I startled, and rolled to my side on my bed to see him standing in the doorway of my room; I’d been so engrossed I hadn’t even heard him getting home from work. “Sorry!” he laughed, stepping inside and leaning down to give me a kiss in my long, soft red hair. “Didn’t mean to scare you. That book must be even better than I thought!” “It’s interesting, at least,” I agreed. And when he raised his eyebrow in question, I held it up so he could read the title. “’A Beginner’s Guide to Hypnosis‘? Really?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “You do know that’s all fake, right?” “No it isn’t!” I vigorously shook my head. “Becca’s cousin had a hypnotist for her bachelorette party! It’s totally real!” “Well, …