“Cryptic Dad is cryptic,' I muttered ... We'd hung out all day today. Was there no time in there he could have said, 'Oh, hey, meet me at the magical bookcase at the butt-crack of dawn tomorrow, cool?”
“Was there no time in there he could have said, "Oh,hey,meet me at the magical bookcase at the butt-crack of dawn tomorrow,cool?"And what the heck did he want to do at that bookcase?”
“Dad got that faraway look in his eyes, the one that said he was about to go in search of really ancient books and cryptic passages.”
“He was wondering if there was some cryptic, cultish mark on his door that told all the crazy people he'd have trouble saying no.”
“I did it." Who leaves a message like that? Who is so paranoid that they have to be so cryptic? If this wasn't day one of my Summer of Nothing, I might be in a hurry to figure this out. but first: breakfast.”
“Why do you have to be so damn cryptic?”