Unreasonable Bastid

Jess got home from her last day of school on Thursday with a friend.
To stay the night.
Oh. OK.

It’s Saturday and the friend is still here.
Not a word, nor a call, nor an sms from a Mom or a Dad.

Now they want another friend to visit.
OK. Get him to ask his Mom or Dad and get them to call me. You know how it works, Jess.
OK.

They mXit him. Then they give me the Mom’s cell number. He says I must call her.
Jess, you know the drill: Get him to ask his Mom or Dad and get them to call me – like I said.
Ah, Dad!
Yes, my dear. That’s the way it has always been. It hasn’t changed.

Bloody hell. Of course, they haven’t called, so she didn’t come.

I have now sms’d the parents of the girl who is still mysteriously here, asking “When are you fetching her?”