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Myagain I couldn’t sayit I still hadn’t adjusted to the fact thaton dates with someone other than my dad, but he was the one that left, so I couldn’t saysome action I was too busy with school to have a boyfriend, and Anna was technically old enough to start dating if she wanted to, but she always had her nose in a book I’uy hit on her

“Ah, there it is” I foundonshades she usually wore

Anna didn’t look up atout in my room anymore—it used to our tradition after school every day, but it had been a long tie difference had a lot to do with it She was barely sixteen, and I enty-three I hated that we had drifted apart, but our lives were in different places I was focused on graduating, finding a real job, and getting h school, and if there was anything else going on, she didn’t talk to me about it The divorce seeh to realize that the relationship was broken before our dad left, but she was still young and naive

“Alright, I don’t knohen I’ll be back—don’t wait up” I tried soet a smile out of my little sister

“I never do” She looked up and rolled her eyes—but there was no smile

Oh well, I tried…

The art shoas being held at Wellington’s Museum dohich was about thirty minutes away from my house I waited for my phone to connect to the car so I would have some music for s so that I could listen toalong as I drove through the streets of the Mandalay Subdivision I didn’t live in the richest part of Carson Cove by any hborhood was picture-perfect suburbia ell-manicured lawns and flower beds everywhere

I always thought I would leave Carson Cove behind when it was tiht afterCarson Cove University was the best option for everyone—I certainly didn’t want to drownto school

Getting a chance to go to the art show is a definite perk of staying behind—I wouldn’t have gotten an opportunity like this if I moved to New York like I planned

The drive was rather peaceful There weren’t that many cars on the road since it was the weekend, and it was late afternoon, so un their weekend debauchery I didn’t have any bad intentions on enda for the weekend, and I rarely ht they ran the town on Friday and Saturday night I didn’t have Carson Cove privilege as some people referred to it—that basically meant you were filthy rich and not afraid to flaunt it

There would be plenty of people at the auction with Carson Cove privilege, andin so that I didn’t look like an unprivilegedunprivileged, but it would be nice to have one evening where I didn’t get slapped in the face by it

Tonight, I’m not siirl in a black dress who enjoys art—standing next to people who could buy every piece with a wave of their hand