Three days later, as Alex steered his dinner from one side of his plate to the other, there was a heavy knock at the door. Alex’s mother gasped and closed her eyes. His father stood up and said “Well. Well.” Alex took the opportunity to drop several vegetables under his chair.
“You go to your room now, Alex,” his mother said.
He looked up cringing, thinki…
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