Chapter45

#Chapter45

Dad is moving out of the house—our actual house—the house where we've lived for over ten years, where I went through puberty, where I covered the walls in posters from teen magazines then torn them down, where everything in my room was about Paris, then zebra prints, then suddenly nothing. He's moving out and mom hasn't mentioned a thing about it. She's been hanging out with Aunt Wendy, trying to forget about her husband leaving and taking her couch with him—really trying to forget how another woman will be sitting on it with him.

Wine and margaritas and casual outings with other forty-to-fifty-year-olds—and I've been apologizing, making things up to her. Her easy-going attitude has made it easier to get back on my mom's good side, but she's going to explode sooner or later.