These past few days, Sheila found everything irritating.
Dean caught the drift of Sheila's words and quickly said, "Mom, don't worry, I'll be fine. Plus, I'll be back tonight. I hope to see some delicious pan-fried smoked meat on the dinner table then."
"No problem. Oh, by the way, Dean, Sinclair might have some rather embarrassing things she wants to ask you about. Don't refuse her when the time comes!"
"Embarrassing things?"
"Just some childish make-believe stuff."
"That scoundrel Beck isn't around right now, so I have to ask you to handle it. Alright, I'm off to the farm to deal with the first quarter's order quotas. See you tonight, son."
"See you tonight, Mom!"
After hanging up, Dean felt rather puzzled.
Sinclair is only eleven. What kind of embarrassing thing could she possibly need my help with?
He hoped that when he got back this evening, his sister, who was teetering on the brink of her rebellious phase, wouldn't make things too difficult for him.
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