Bloom picked up her school bag and walked down the stairs. Another day to spend in that shoebox they called a school. Perhaps it was high time she asked her dad to push her up a few grades. If she had to watch her classmates stumble over simple arithmetic any longer, she might just bang her head against a wall. As she descended the last step, she noticed her dad and Esther standing together. Her heart raced—was her dumb daddy finally taking the initiative? She contemplated giving them space to talk, but her childish curiosity won, and she stealthily snuck over.
Her dad rolled his eyes at something Esther said and replied, "For the umpteenth time, it's okay. I'm not angry, nor do I have a reason to be. Besides, I quite enjoyed myself last night."
Bloom stifled a gasp and clamped her mouth shut. Her little face turned red. Last night? Did they…? She shook her head hard and scuttled off, not wanting to hear any more!
