Social Issues
Daisy dumped the quilt on her bed and flopped on top. Life was so unfair. Her best friend, Amanda, had a huge bedroom with a closet bigger than Daisy's entire room. Daisy's parents had the biggest room in the house. She was trying to figure out how to convince them to trade rooms, when her mother appeared in the doorway. Her face was hidden behind an enormous box.
"This is a special box," Mom said.
"What's so special about it?" Daisy asked.
Mom opened the box with a flourish. "This box will make your room bigger."
Daisy dumped the quilt on her bed and flopped on top. Life was so unfair. Her best friend, Amanda, had a huge bedroom with a closet bigger than Daisy's entire room. Daisy's parents had the biggest room in the house. She was trying to figure out how to convince them to trade rooms, when her mother appeared in the doorway. Her face was hidden behind an enormous box.
"This is a special box," Mom said.
"What's so special about it?" Daisy asked.
Mom opened the box with a flourish. "This box will make your room bigger."
Michael drained his water glass and leaned forward. "What are you doing staying at a pimp hotel?"
"Pimp hotel? I guess that explains the secret staircase off the closet."
"No, it probably led down to a gambling room in the twenties. Most of the old hotels downtown still have them. Do your parents know you're here in the city?"
I shook my head.
"How did I know that? You always were a rebel. I remember the time you were about four and arrived on our doorstep with your suitcase. Said you were running away from home."
