“I have my car around the corner; you can use it to grab the sodas.” My father looked at me and then back at Landon. “You sure?” “Yeah, you raised her… I can tell you’re trustworthy,” Landon joked, and my father chuckled. He handed him the key fob, and my father’s head shot up. “A fucking Bentley… the fuck do you do?” “Daddy!” I nudged him.
