““Why…why do you think you need to do that?” I asked. Dad touched his glasses. “These work you know.” “Only for close up.” Shaking his head, he gave me an indulgent grin. “Dani, your mom and I were young once. We see the way you and Jason look at each other.” I glanced over at Mom. She was leaning against the counter, her arms crossed. “I know I promised--” I began. “Sweetie, no girl is going to keep that kind of promise when she starts falling for a guy. But you could have said something.” “Like what?” “Like…‘we have problem.’” “In all honesty, we didn’t realize we had a problem until last night,” Jason said from the doorway.””
