“You’re grounded,” her mother said as soon as Mikey’s father dropped her on the couch.
“That’s fair,” Mikey said, nodding solemnly as she sat up.
“No television, no leaving the house, no nothing,” her mother said with a glare that had Mikey nodding in agreement.
“I told you to stay off the roof, didn’t I?” her father said, folding his arms over his chest as he glared down at her.
“And I fully planned on listening to you, but that was before Mathew tried to eat my hand,” she said only to wince when her parents continued to glare at her. “I’ll stay off the roof,” she promised.