Mel Discovers My Secret

I stepped inside the front door and closed it behind me. Mel is sitting at the computer. She spins around quickly, glaring before I can flip the deadbolt on the door.

“Uh oh.” I thought. “This doesn’t look good.”

“What is this?” she asked accusingly. I could hear the emotion in her voice.

“What?” I said, confused. “What’s wrong?”

“On the internet,” she said. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Did you think you could hide it from me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said.

“You left your Google Reader open,” she said. “I saw it. I know what kind of sites you’ve been visiting.”

“Bike blogs?” I asked, hoping for the best.

“You KNOW what I’m taking about,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.

I sighed. “How could I be so careless to leave my Google Reader logged in while I wasn’t even home????” I thought. “How careless of me!”

We stood there in silence. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know where to begin.

“Just tell me,” she said. “How long have you been reading fashion blogs?”

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