“Where’s Angela?” Patrick  asked as he sat to dinner.

“”Bye, Dad!”  Angela Turner appeared at the door, dressed to go out.

Frowning, he said, “Where are you going? It’s a school night. You know the rules.”

“It’s a school event, dear,” Shelagh soothed. “A poetry reading. We didn’t think you’d want to attend.”

“Not likely. But what about-?”

“No worries, Dad. Schoolworks done, and Leslie’s bringing me back. I’m off!”

As the door closed, Patrick proudly turned to his wife. “At least she isn’t boy crazy like that Charlotte.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Wait. Leslie isn’t a girl, is he?”

“Poor Patrick.”