My Daughter Brought Home a Pale, Tattooed Goth Boy, and My Husband Immediately Told Him to Leave – Then the Boy Placed His Phone on the Table, and My Husband Went Even Paler

Maya was eighteen, independent in the way eighteen-year-olds think they are, and private about anything involving boys.

So when she texted me that she was bringing a boy home for dinner while I was cutting vegetables, I almost dropped my knife.

Bringing Evan over tonight. Please be nice. I really like him.

I smiled at the screen.

I knew she had dated a little, but names usually disappeared from conversation the second I showed too much interest.

Then another message came through.

And tell Dad to be normal.