We were all enjoying a typical evening at the Smythe house last night. The Golden Boy was pissed off at us for not allowing him to buy the LATEST game system that all the spoiled kids at school apparently have; the dogs were barking incessantly at people and their dogs running up and down the bike path in the 60 degree weather; and Sassy was angrily throwing clothes that didn’t fit her across the hallway in a hormonal rage.
Sassy informed us earlier in the evening that she and her best friend were going to attend a small (yeah, right) party for seniors at the cabin owned by one of her best friend’s family. It was a last minute thing, as the party was ORIGINALLY planned for the weekend. We have always been relieved that she shares the details of her plans with us, and we attribute this directly to our tragic loss.
We made agreements after that about rides, phone calls, phone pictures, etc. and it’s worked out surprisingly well. And by well, I mean we haven't killed each other. Frankly, it has only been recently that she’s felt comfortable venturing out with her peers. (Remember the traumatic confession? And this? That resulted in this? ) The girls and some friends had been out to this particular cabin for several “get-togethers” the last few weekends, and we knew exactly where it was located and who was going to be there. (Everyone and their brother. And a few more.)
The girls decided to take in a movie, and were going to return home and change before the party.
Then, it happened. I started feeling uneasy. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I just had an inkling, a feeling that she shouldn’t go to this one. I immediately mentioned it to Tightwad.
“I just don’t think she should go tonight. I really don’t. Can you talk to her?” (She tends to NOT try to talk her father out of anything. He can be a tough son of a (@*#&. And in cases like THIS, it’s a GOOD thing.)
When the girls returned from the movie, I heard them all talking (ahem) downstairs. I was in bed reading and listened while the girls hung out in the living room/dining room area singing at the top of their lungs and laughing hysterically at their Facebook Stalking until well after I fell asleep.
It was today that Sassy dropped the bombshell.
Guess who showed up at the “private party” uninvited and scanning the crowd?
It pays to listen to your heart.