Dinner Conversation

Regarding Alex not going to the dance-

"He could say that dancing is against his religion" -Dad
"Yeah right, and then they'd ask 'what religion?'" -Mom
"But there are religions that don't dance" -Dad
"Really?" -me
"But then they'd assume that he's a Jehovah's Witness" -Dad
"Oh, yeah, that wouldn't be good" -Mom
"Jehovah's Witnesses aren't allowed to have fun." -Mom
"I hear they can't have birthday parties either" -me
"No partying, no singing, not dancing, no drinking.." -Dad
"Can they laugh?" -Mom
"Yes.. but only devoutly. 'ha ha ha.'" -Dad
*we laugh*

"Oh this is interesting.. Now we can openly talk about Zandry without worrying about Alex" -Mom
"mm.." -me
"So, any news?" -Mom
"Nope.. but I think he can't make it" -me
"Really? He hasn't said anything..? Why?" -Mom
"He's gone.. I called today.." -me
"Oh.. that's too bad" -Mom
"Yeah.." -me
"What did his grandma say?" -Mom
"I think it was his older brother" -me
"Oh.. Huh.. Well that's too bad.. I'm sorry" -Mom
"Yeah.. and it's odd, because he said he was at camp or something" -me
"What? Camp? That's really odd.. do you suppose he got in trouble?" -Mom
"I wouldn't know.." -me
"Maybe the social worker thought he was too young to be making such decisions.." -Mom
"too young to think" -Dad
"Yeah.." -me
"so maybe something happened" -Mom
"mm.." I shrug.
"I'm going to call his grandma and see.. I really don't know what to make of this, Tanya.... Sorry.." -Mom
"Yeah.." -me
She looks at me, and I'm blank. My sadness had been wiped from my mind, as I've already sworn my head off earlier.