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“Great” I sat down on the stairs with a heavy sigh

“What is it?” Mom asked

She was frowning down ather the truth “Gary canceled our date for tonight”

She shook her head “I told you he was a loser”

Indignation rushed throughlate”

“So he says”

“Mom,” Davina warned from the couch

Mo with his life, huh? A e Oh, there’s a career”

“He’s still young,” I argued through gritted teeth “He’s got time to decide”

“In the ets you knocked up, and your dad and I are lu a kid because one’s a mechanic who doesn’taround a fuckin’ art college”

Oh, here we go

“Mohed in frustration

I stood up and glowered at my mother “Why do you always do this when Dad isn’t around to hear it?” Dad orking night shift

Anger pinched my mom’s pretty face “Because he mollycoddles you That’s how you ended up at fuckin’ art school in the first place What are you going to do with that degree, huh? Because if you think you can waste a perfectly good scholarship on art school, co with us, you’ve got another thing co”

“I’ll get a job,” I seethed