Tickets: Part I
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to let the kids spend any more time with Mikey.”
“Why?” Haley asked, unable to help but frown as she pushed her glasses back up.
“Because she’s a bad influence,” Jason bit out with a glare leveled across the large dining room table at the twelve-year-old girl in question.
“You’re still not going,” Mikey said, pausing mid-roll of the baseball between her hands to take a bite out of the grilled cheese sandwich that he’d made her.
“You have eight tickets,” he pointed out between clenched teeth.
“True,” Mikey murmured thoughtfully before pointing out, “but I… Read More