“Miss Parker,” I stated, slamming my palm on the top of the steering wheel to catch her attention. “You cannot swear around my girls.” “You swear in front of us all the time, Dad,” Bree countered. Just fucking great. Cassandra snorted. “I don’t think I’m contributing to the delinquency of a minor by saying the F-word, when she’s probably seen cows doing the deed since she could walk.” “Sometimes,” Gracie said without a care in the world. “But sometimes the cows are artificially incinerated.” “Inseminated,”
