My dad looks flummoxed. The last time I had friends from school over I was in fifth grade and it didn’t matter if they were girls. Now I’m in seventh, so maybe it does. I mean, not to me, obviously. But maybe Dad thinks it should. Or maybe flummoxed is just his default state these days. Being the only sackbut player in Grin And Bear It, Nebraska, can do that to a man.
