Chapter 3

“Seth, call your mother.”

I could have ignored it but knowing my luck she would call me again just as I drifted off to sleep. It was hard to ignore the woman for long.

I punched in her number and waited through four rings before she finally picked up.

“Hello.”

“It’s me.”

“Oh, so you remembered my existence.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, your message kind of forced me to remember.”

“That’s not very nice, Seth,” she said sharply. “Children are supposed to revere their mother.”

“Right.” I turned on the electric teakettle in my tiny kitchen and then went to the cabinet for a green teabag. “I don’t actually qualify as a child, though.”

“You are my child.”

“That much is true.” I couldn’t deny it. I was her spitting image.

She sniffed. “What are you doing?”

“I just got home and am fixing myself a cup of tea,” I said.

“Oh, you didn’t go on a date, did you? What’s her name?”

I took a mug out from the cabinet and put the teabag inside. “Mother, we’ve been through this. I amgay.”