Almost Impossible by Nicole Williams

Author:Nicole Williams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2018-06-19T04:00:00+00:00

Grease, chlorine, and BO—that was my eau de perfume of the summer. Hopping in the shower the moment I stepped into the house was all I could think about every day after a shift. I took an extra-long one that afternoon, slipping into a comfy romper after.

The pool had been as busy today as it was yesterday, and Quentin got roped into working until close, which sucked since I’d been hoping to talk with him after our shifts were over.

He said he’d text me when he was done, but that was still a couple hours away. I thought about sitting down in the window seat to journal, but I wasn’t feeling especially creative. Waiting on an endless line of kids while suffocating inside the snack shack had a way of draining the inspiration right out of a person. Even Jane Eyre couldn’t hold my appeal.

Before I knew it, I’d shot off a quick text to Zoey to see if she’d be down to see a band with me in a few weeks. Namely, my dad’s band; of course I didn’t mention that fact in my invite. Her message pinged back a minute later. She was in.

Score. Zoey was the perfect person to bring with me on this kind of adventure. She’d be relaxed and supportive, no matter how things went.

With Dad on the brain, I fired up my laptop. Almost a whole twenty-four hours had passed since I’d checked up on him. Let’s see what he’d done for his Happy Birthday, America, celebration.

Apparently his Independence Day standard was much lower than the Fords’, I thought as I scrolled through the stream of photos in his timeline. His Fourth of July drinks were nothing like the Fords had served.

And what the…My nose wrinkled when I scrolled to the next photo. I didn’t think it was legal to have half of one’s butt hanging from your skirt when in a dining establishment. Even if it was only one that offered hot wings, from the looks of it. Butts on display had to violate some kind of health code.

And what was the guy also known as my dad doing with said ass exhibitionist? Why had he posted half a dozen pictures of the two of them in varying poses that tipped the ew scale?

That was when my phone chimed. I didn’t even check the screen before answering, too distracted by the taste of bile in my throat.

“Yay! I got you! The real you and not the voice-recorded or digitized-words version.” Mom’s voice exploded through the phone so loudly I had to hold it away from my ear.

Just like that, I was smiling again. “Hey, Mom. International time zones really suck.”

“They really do,” she said, her warm, cheery voice making me feel better hundreds of zip codes away. “How’s life?”

At the moment?

“Fabulous,” I half-grumbled when my gaze shifted back to my laptop screen. I didn’t remember Dad seeming so immature when I’d first tracked him down online. Then again, maybe I’d been too excited about finding him to pay attention to anything else.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.