Page 138 of Eleanor & Grey

Greyson’s arm dropped as both of our jaws practically hit the ground in shock.

Oh, my gosh, Lorelai just kicked a seventeen-year-old’s ass.

I’d never been so proud in my life.

Colton tumbled over, howling as he placed his hands over his junk. “Oh, my God!” he cried, whimpering in pain. “What the hell?!”

“Dude! Colton just got his ass kicked by a kid!” a guy hollered, and everyone started laughing their heads off.

Greyson bent down to the crying boy and nudged him with a shoe. “Like I said. Leave my daughter alone. Or my other daughter will do that again. Only harder.” He turned to Lorelai and me. “Come on, girls. Let’s go.”

We headed back to the car and all climbed inside. Before putting the car in drive, Greyson pulled out his cell phone.

“What are you doing?” Karla asked him, wearingly.

“I’m calling the police station to report a noise complaint,” he said matter-of-factly. When the call was picked up, Greyson cleared his throat. “Hello? Hi. I’m calling to report a noise complaint at 1143 W Shore Street. There seems to be a party taking place, and I’m pretty sure there is underage drinking going on. Thank you.”

He hung up the phone, and when I glanced back at the girls, I noticed there was a small smile on Karla’s face.

“Thanks, Dad,” she whispered.

“Always, Karla,” he replied. He turned around to face her, put a hand on her knee, and gently squeezed. “Always.”

“Why does it smell like farts in here?” Lorelai shouted, making us all laugh a little.

“Let’s get home to shower,” Greyson said. “But first, Lorelai, I’m very proud of you for standing up for your sister, but in the future, let’s not kick people. And we can’t call people those names, okay?”

“But Daddy, he was a little bitch,” she insisted.

“Where did you even learn that word?” he asked, baffled.

Don’t say me, don’t say me.

“Eleanor said it to Caroline’s mom, but she said don’t tell you because you might fire her,” she said.

What a traitor.

I had to turn my head to keep her from seeing me laughing. Greyson glanced my way with a smirk before putting his grown-up voice back on.

“Yes, but it’s not kind or appropriate. Especially for a girl your age.”

“Which part isn’t kind? Little or bitch?” she asked, seeming truly confused.

“The second part,” he told her.

“So bitch?” she asked.

Karla started snickering. “Yeah, Lorelai. Don’t say that. But thank you for having my back.”

“I’ll always have your back, Karla. You’re my best friend.”

I noticed Karla smiling from Lorelai’s comment and she whispered, “You’re my best friend, too, kiddo.”

We drove home in silence, other than Lorelai mentioning the smell, and when we pulled up to the house we all climbed out of the car. I was planning on putting Lorelai back to bed while Greyson and Karla took their showers. As we were walking, all of our footsteps stopped as Greyson spoke from behind us.

“I owe you an apology,” he said, making us all turn to look his way.

His shoulders were rounded forward as he rubbed his hand over his mouth, and his eyes were locked on Karla.

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