Paige pulled into a parking place with careful, almost perfect precision, pulled out a bit, and then corrected the car so it was perfectly parallel to the parking space lines. I suppressed a sigh. Paige could be so OCD about driving. We got out of the car and walked toward the school. After a moment of silence Paige asked, “Did you study for the English test today?”
I nodded mildly, watching a bird flying distantly over the school. “I nearly came over to study,” Paige continued, “But I was being harrassed by Aunt Rose and my mother over the phone. I curse whoever taught them how to do conference calls.”
I smiled slightly.The expression still felt strange on my face, like it wasn’t really mine. It belonged to someone else. “Maybe you should just hang up,” I suggested.
She laughed, “They’d just call back. And if I continued to ignore them Aunt Rose would probably drop by for a visit, and then she’d find so many things wrong with how I was living she’d never leave.”
I grimaced, “Poor you.”
“No kidding.”