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Ten minutes later, the pilot came on over the intercom, announcing
our imminent landing. The seat belt lights dinged and flashed. The
plane began to descend and touched town with a jarring impact.
“Uhm… I wanna buy something for Grandpa Charlie. May I?” Ugh! I
smacked my forehead, literally. Such a weak excuse!
Daddy raised his eyebrow. I believed he knew something was
wrong. But… “Okay, let’s go.” He said.
He became utterly quiet. The silent was eerie. I tried not to shift
nervously.
“Let her go alone, Edward.” Momma broke the silent. Obviously she
strived to amend her fault by persuade Daddy to give me his
permission. I smiled triumphantly in my thought.
“I promise Mom.”