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“Ugh. Whatever,” she snapped. “Can I have a spin or not, Dad? I need to get home. I’ve a ton of homework to get finished.”
“Why didn’t you get it done at the library?” I mocked, enjoying riling her up a little more than I should. “While you were doing all of that importantstudyingwith Paul.”
“Why don’t you shut your mouth?” she countered huffily. “And mind your own business.”
“And more importantly, why didn’t this Paul young fella walk you home?” Tony interjected, tone serious now. “What kind of a young fella leaves his girlfriend in town on her own at night?”
“His mam collected him for training,” she explained with a shrug.
Tony looked to me. “Training?”
I shook my head. “There’s no hurling training tonight.”
“Tai chi,” she correctly hotly. “Not everything revolves around hurling.”
“Tai chi?” Tony frowned. “I thought that had something to do with house decorating.”
“That’sfeng shui, Dad.”
I choked back a laugh.
Molloy glared at me.
“And his mother didn’t give you a lift home?”
She shrugged, flustered. “I didn’t ask her for one.”
Her father glowered. “And he didn’t ask her for you?”
“See,” I drawled, giving her father a knowing look. “Prick.”
“Dad,” she snapped, dutifully ignoring me now. “Can I have a spin or not?”
“Not.”
“What? Dad, I need to get home. I told you; I have a ton of homework.”
“Sorry, love, but I have a Corolla that needs a full servicing before I close up. I’ll be here another few hours at least.”
“Dad.”
“Daughter.”
“Father!”
“Fruit of my loins.”
“Fine,” she huffed dramatically, reaching for her schoolbag. “Don’t bother driving your defenseless teenage daughter home in the dark of the night. I’ll take my chances and walk.”
“You’ll do no such thing,” her father commanded. “Sit down. You can get your homework done while I’m finishing up and I’ll take you home then.”
“I’m not staying here until you close,” she shot back, affronted at the thought. “It’s only a couple of miles of a walk. Twenty minutes, tops. Besides, it’s cold in here, and boring, and I need—“
“To do your homework,” her father filled in for her, “Yeah, I think you’ve said that already. Well, you’re not walking on your own.”
“Well, I’m not staying,” she shot back defiantly, her blonde ponytail swinging over her shoulder, as she hoisted her bag up, and headed for the door. “I’ll be fine.”
“Jesus Christ,” Tony grumbled, shaking his head. “Joey, son, do me a favor and make sure that head-strong daughter of mine gets home in one piece. You can knock off afterwards.”
