I've been meaning to post for a while now, but life seems to be happening instead. I was hoping to give you guys one more chapter before this year is over though! I hope you like this!!
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By the time Friday rolled around, Dad and Hol were small talking, but I'm glad they were on speaking terms. And it seemed to me like they were on the mend, but I'm not for sure.
Dylan and I were able to get off early and listened to the interview at home, the apartment to be exact. Dylan recorded it just to have it, I guess. I felt like Holly and our parents were talking in the living room because it was so raw, true and a taste what discussions, I mean fights, between Dad and Holly go. They fought like cats and dogs live on air while Mom tried to not get involved. But I wish she would because my sister listens and respects her.
After the show, Dyl and I discussed it.
"Wow," he said.
"Yeah I know, right?!" I exclaimed.
"Wow."
"Is that all you can say?"
"For now. I just can't believe that Dad took none of my advice."
"Well that's Dad for you. He's very stubborn and loves control. But did you hear the firmness in his voice?"
"When?"
"When he told Hol to apologize and she did."
"No. She was clever and used her apology to sign off. That's not the same thing, Lilian. If you say sorry to someone, you should mean it. But to Dad, it's just words."
"But it sounded like they got along though."
"Sure if you consider fighting is getting along, sure they did."
"Our parents fight constantly."
"And?"
"And they're still together."
"So?"
"So Holly and Dad are getting along. I never thought they would be having a normal conversation after those couple of days of complete silence."
Dylan nodded. (I'm just glad that we could agree on something.)
"But the threat of locking them in the closet still stands."
I laughed.
"What?" (Dylan smiled at me.)
"I still can't believe that's how we got our family back together."
"Yeah it was just so random and crazy, but the important thing is that it worked."
"Yeah, we were brilliant back then."
"Back then? What are you talking about, Lilian? We still got it."
"How so?"
"We just are."
"What did you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"I know you very well, Dylan Philip."
"Well I'm glad you know me, Lilian Grace."
I gasped and pointed at him. "You're involved in this."
"In what?" (He was trying to play dumb.)
"Did you tell Dad about Holly's secret identity before this crazy week?"
"Well..."
"No! Please tell me that you're joking!" (This is so unbelievable!)
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