But I need the other kind of love too.
Anyway, I’m eighteen. I can do as I please.
You can’t stop me from leaving.”
She draws even, anger flickering in her
eyes. You have responsibilities, a child
who needs you. What if I refuse to babysit?
[Go ahead. Call her bluff. You know
she won’t let you do it.] “Then I’ll
just have to take him with me.”
As if intuiting what that might mean,
Hunter puckers up, starts to cry.
Mom snatches him from my arms..
Go on. Go out. Get out of my house.
But someday you’ll regret this.
She May Be Right
But I can’t worry about that now.
I go upstairs, clean up, dress hot.
I’ve got to be hot for Trey.
I’m in love with him.
That scares the hell out of me.
Love is the first step toward
breaking up. [Come on. Love
makes making love better.]
Trey calls to tell me he’s almost
here. I leave without saying
good-bye, wait for him outside,
feeling guilty. Anxious.
One thing’s for certain. I may
be in love with Trey. But I’m
not going to tell him so. He