Your suspicion of him abates slightly. Dad must have some good reason for this guy to get free access to your house, and you don't know enough about your Dad's friends to raise the issue. At the same time though, something's off about Sammy. How did he get into your neighborhood dressed like that? Surely, he would have been charged with public indecency.
You take a moment to think about how to handle this, and decide that you'll reject his excuse, and antagonize him.
Thrusting your belly forward, you knock Sammy back a bit. You smile internally. You finally got to do it!
"Bullshit! Who are you? I demand you call my father!"
Sammy leaned against his knees and puffed some air out, "Damn kid! You gotta go on a diet sometime. Jesus that was rough. Fine, I'll call your father."
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