glassware. Stewart poked his head through the open doorway between
the kitchen and the living room.Mom,
Mr. Swansons fallen out of his wheelchair! Stewart yelled. Im
gonna go help him!Go!
Mrs. Griffin urged. Stewart ran out of the house, door slamming
behind him. Mrs. Griffin redirected her attention to Reina, who was
sweaty, red, and clutching her chest.I
dont really understand, Mrs. Griffin said.Oh
come on! You took a picture of my dad feeling up my mom! Reina
sputtered out. Why the hell would you do that?!In
case you havent noticed, theres also pictures of all of us
drunk and crazy in that book, Mrs. Griffin covered. That
particular party was a bit of a mess.My
parents werent like that! Reina pressed.Mrs.
Griffin narrowed her eyes. Really.No!
They were normal! Reina asserted. In an undertone, she added, Not
like me.Not like you? Mrs. Griffin questioned. Reina
got the feeling she was missing a joke, but continued.Yeah.
T-that looks looks like something I might try to do to s
someone, Reina quickly covered. Its embarrassing to talk
about, okay? Lets
pretend I never said anything.Mrs.
Griffin stared at Reina. She braced herself for the tongue-lashing.So
youre saying youre a bit of a pervert? Mrs. G...