It had been a quiet day. My wife was out of town, and my daughter was hanging out with her delinquent friends somewhere. I didn't care that much. I was happy as a clam sitting in front of the TV, watching baseball, when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw a large uniformed gentleman with my daughter. She immediately ducked past me and ran upstairs to her room. I turned back to the man.
"Hello, officer. What seems to be the problem?"
"Sir, your daughter Elizabeth was involved in a car accident."
"Ah."
"Nothing major," he continued. "She was with a couple of her friends, and no one was hurt. However, we did find a small amount of marijuana, which we think belonged to the driver."
"You don't say."
"Yeah. Anyways, your daughter claims that she didn't know about the drugs, and since she has no criminal record, we're going to let her off with a warning this time."
"I appreciate that, officer."
He nodded. "Have a good night."
The man went back to his car, and I closed the door before walking up to Lizzie's room. She was just sitting on her bed, doing something on her phone. Like nothing had happened.
Lizzie was a rather petite girl, short and skinny like her mother. But she had my black hair, which she grew out very long. I took a moment to admire her appearance before sitting down next to her.
"What's up?"
"Nothing," she muttered.
"The cop said you guys had marijuana. Anything I should be concerned about?"
She looked up from her phone and glared at me. "It was Nick's. He and Rachel smoked a few joints, but I swear I didn't."
I sighed. "Well, that's good to hear."
