My cheeks heat because Dad’s not wrong. I’ve heard Luther’s groans, and that was the same sound he made in the motel room. But still, I can’t pass up an opportunity to harass my dad. “So… you know what Luther’s R-rated sounds are like? Is there something you two want to tell me? Is that what this breakfast is all about?” Dad sputters for a moment before throwing his head back with a laugh.
