“Oh yeah. Mom had the game on TV last night and I started watching as well. In fact we managed to snag some tickets for a game next weekend.”
“But your mom hates football.” Biff said as Sarah started the engine.
She turned to him while the car was still in park. "You know, you've been acting real strange lately...first you want me to take you home early on our date. It's like we're fighting about something and you think I am supposed to know what it is. Why don't you just say it?"
"I'm acting strange!?!" Biff said, raising his voice, frustrated. "Look at how you're acting..."
Hormones, Sarah thought. "Babe...calm down...I'm not joking around with you. I have no idea what you think I did. Whatever it is...I'm sorry, okay?"
Biff turned in his seat and looked out the window.
Sarah shook her head and pulled the car into traffic, heading toward school.
