At first, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. What in the world could his parents have found on a refrigerator that caused such suspicion? Then it hit me.
I dug into my bag, pulled out my planner, and began flipping through pages. Nestled inside was the small sticky note in question.
The note was a simple reminder I had jotted down after bumping into his mom at the supermarket earlier in the week. It read: Book club — Thursday at 7.
Completely innocent. Nothing more.
But when his parents had spotted it stuck to their fridge with no context, they jumped to conclusions. To them, it must have looked like some coded message about a secret gathering we hadn’t wanted them to know about.
From Tension to Relief
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