“But Steve's 18, so I can get in with him,” the fifteen-year-old replied.
“You're too young to see an R movie is what I meant. Subject closed.” Her father turned and walked away.
She ran into her bedroom and locked the door.
She decided to make up another excuse when Steve called back; the truth was too humiliating, especially now.
Then she pulled the plastic stick out of her sweater pocket and stared at the little window in the center which was no longer clear.