Chapter 42

"daddy look at what I caught." My father lowers his reading glasses and folds the newspaper to give me his undivided attention. "what do you have, princess?" "guess," "you know my wits can t match yours." "you are right." I agree with a grin. I open my palms and the butterflies fly away. "Cara, Cara….." I turn to find my officemate staring down at me. "The supervisor is asking for the report." She says "oh!" I look at the blank spreadsheet. "give me a few minutes." "Today she s in one of those moods." She gestures. I nod to end the discussion. Never have I ever excelled in gossip. The next thirty minutes I spent typing, once done I email the report to the supervisor and print a hardcopy to deliver to her. Too much work duplication! The last two days I have spent avoiding Quinn and in turn he has made it o