Faithless [antikvár]

ONE Sara Linton stood at the front door of her parents' house holding so many plastic grocery bags in her hands that she couldn't feel her fingers. Using her elbow, she tried to open the door but ended up smacking her shoulder into the glass pane. She edged back and pressed her foot against the handle, but the door still would not budge. Finally, she gave up and knocked with her forehead. Through the wavy glass, she watched her father making his way down the hallway. He opened the door with an uncharacteristic scowl on his face. 'Why didn't you make two trips?' Eddie demanded, taking some of the bags from her. 'Why is the door locked?' 'Your car's less than fifteen feet away.' 'Dad,' Sara countered. 'Why is the door locked?' He was looking over her shoulder. 'Your car is filthy.' He put the bags down on the floor. 'You think you can handle two trips to the kitchen with these?' Sara opened her mouth to answer, but he was already walking down the front steps. She asked, 'Where are you going?' 'To wash your car.' 'It's fifty degrees out.' He turned and gave her a meaningful look. 'Dirt sticks no matter the climate.' He sounded like a 3