Dad was waiting in the dining room as we walked into the house. He sat at the head of the table like normal, like he didn't just catch us sneaking out.
None of us spoke. I shifted from foot to foot, scared that we'd be in big trouble. Noah and Dave weren't pleading for mercy though, so maybe it's not so bad? I pulled at the hem of my shirt, about to admit fault.
"Well? How did it go?" Dad asked, looking specifically at Dave.
I saw Dave relax his shoulders. "It went rather well. They were much better than Kyle and I when you had us try to get out of that spot."
"You made them try the spot next to the bushes and curb?" Dad asked, looking a little surprised.
"Well, yea. That's what you did for us." Dave said. "It's good to get the hard part of the way first. You said you rather have us hit the curb instead of another car so that lesson really stuck."
Dad slowly nodded. "Anything else?"
