“…improper and disrespectful for a Luthor…”
Fifteen-year-old PJ Luthor kept her head bowed with suitable shame as her dad droned on with Appropriate Luthor Behavior Lecture #17, Young Lady Remix. She knew all the cues by heart, when to nod and when to apologize, without having to listen. She also knew this particular lecture led to grounding and would have to adjust her plans accordingly. Luckily, it didn’t put a much of a crimp in her life. She got grounded every week and had learned to get around that annoyance quickly.
“…for a young lady to do such a thing…”
PJ would have to call Troy and have him pick her up down the block. The Dads would check on her at 10:17 precisely, then she was free. Sam had disabled the alarm on her window (by blackmail) and with her levitation ability she’d have no trouble getting in and out of her room.
“…certain level of decorum…”
She wondered if her silver pants had returned from the dry-cleaner. She’d gotten a new onyx stretch turtleneck that would go perfectly with them.
PJ said her line. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. Luthors do not…”
Eight more minutes of lecturing to go.