Jon entered, dressed in a nice shirt, sport jacket, and slacks, his school counselor clothes. Shawna had always thought her dad dressed well—for an adult. He sat on the edge of the bed with elbows on knees and hands clasped. "Your mom is very upset," he said evenly.
Shawna figured it was best to stay on the offensive. "She's upset? What about me? Do you know what she did to my computer? Did she tell you she broke it into a million pieces?"
Jon stuck to his point. "Mom and I are upset about the emails she found." "She had no right to sneak into my personal stuff," Shawna whined, producing another tear.
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