all things. I can go to school alone.â
âBecause, Malloy, I was tied up all summer. I couldnât come to see your work, but I want to make up for that. The time has gone by, and I know Iâve been extremely busy with sorority stuff, but Iâm not letting you go back to Western Smith alone. Why do you ask anyway, honey? You donât want me to go?â
Her question caught me off guard. Itâs not like Iâm a person who lies. I always shoot straight from the hip, but Iâm not evil, and I didnât want to hurt her feelings. For some strange reason this seemed like it meant a lot to her.
As she put my last suitcase in the trunk, I touched her hand and said, âIâm just surprised at all this. Oh, wait, my laptop is in there.â
She moved her hand in circles. âWell, hurry up. We need to get on up there.â
âMom, weâre not in a rush. I donât have any classes until next week.â
âWe are on a time schedule, dear. I have some plans for us, so letâs go.â
I had no idea what she meant. She had planned something.Maybe she was trying to make up for time missed.
Before I got to my apartment, we stopped at an exquisiterestaurant.
âNo Mom, Iâm not hungry right now. I really want to get settled in my place.â
âWe have time for that. And of course youâre hungry, darling. Itâs lunchtime. You must eat a little something,â she said, being the overprotective mom I knew her to be. âOh, stop looking so grim. Itâs not like youâre eating with me alone. Weâll have someone to stir the conversation,â she said, seeing the frown plastered on my face. âAnd, yes, before you lose it, it is one of my sorority sisters coming to have lunch with us, because then sheâs going to take me back home.â
âSo it wasnât really that you wanted to help me move in?â I asked condescendingly. âI mean, we havenât even gone to my place to empty out any of my stuff, and youâre saying after we eat youâve got a sorority meeting.â
âDarling, you said yourself you can handle it. I just wanted to come up here with you. Iâm not arguing with you, dear, and if itâs that big a deal to you, we can go by the apartment before the meeting, okay?â
âWith some lady I donât even know. No thank you,â I said, and then there was a knock on the car window.
âHello!â my mom said in an excited tone.
I looked over and was surprised to see Hayden Grant, standing there like she had an appointment with my mom or something.
âCome on, honey, letâs get out. Our lunch date is here.â
My mom had to be joking. I didnât want to speak to that girl, much less break bread with her. As we walked to the restaurant, Hayden was so fake with me. I stepped back, giving the two of them space. They chatted and caught up. Watching them interact, it seemed as if my mother was her mother or something. They seemed so friendly and close. Of course as soon as we sat down, my mom got up to go powder her nose, leaving Hayden and me alone.
âOkay, now look,â she said to me in a snide tone, âI know you donât want me here.â
âSo whyâd you come?â
âBecause your mom asked me to.â
âSo you came to kiss butt?â
âYou need to change your attitude. Keep being so snide and you wonât go far in life. You seem so bitter and angry. I know what I need to do to get where I need to go.â
âIf kissing other peopleâs behinds is going to take you to the next level, maybe weâre trying to rise up different buildings.â
She just rolled her eyes at me.
âI see you two are chatting away,â my mom said as she sat back down. âVery, very good. Letâs have a quick lunch, Hayden, so we can help Malloy settle in. Weâll have a few minutes before the meeting. I hope thatâs
Dorothy Johnston, Port Campbell Press