to pick her up for misbehaving at her playmate’s house.
“Pretty please?” she added, softening her voice to the tone that always turned him to putty.
He brought his attention resolutely back toward the road.
“Molly, this isn’t a Sunday drive. Mrs. Evans was very cross with you.”
Molly huffed and slouched in the seat, folding her arms over her stomach.
“It’s not my fault. Piper asked me to do it.”
He cast her a calculating glance, wanting to believe her but knowing her excuse was unlikely. Molly had a way of finding trouble, and no matter how much of that innocent charm she mustered, he’d learned to see through her words.
“I swear, Daddy! It wasn’t my idea!”
He turned his head briefly, caught her eye, then looked back at the road. He wasn’t buying it.
“Well, it wasn’t just my idea,” she amended. “Piper said she wanted me to do it.”
“Molly.”
She kicked the glove compartment again.
“Molly.”
“It’s not fair! I always get blamed.”
He sighed. “You cut off all of your friend’s hair,” he pointed out.
“But we were just playing! It will grow back.”
“Mrs. Evans liked Piper’s hair long. She was planning to enter her in a beauty pageant this spring. Piper has never had her hair cut. Ever. What made you think you should cut it all off?”
“I didn’t know about the beauty pageant,” Molly murmured, and he felt a twinge of uncertainty about his daughter’s intentions. “It’s not fair, though. Piper has hair just like Aurora’s in Sleeping Beauty
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