âachievements,â so they donât know how to treat him.
âItâs not like they havenât been pushing for this, Laine,â Sim continues. âThey probably want me to leave anywayâ¦and you know what? One of these days, Iâm just gonna go.â
Flip. Flip. Simâs flipping the flame on and off. On and off.
Every single magazine or novel or movie about high school has kids in it being mouthy, and parents putting up with it, until suddenly the kids are off to college and everyone misses each other and the credits roll for the Family Channel holiday movie. How come itâs never really like that in real life?
âThat would suck,â I say finally.
Sim shrugs.
âI would miss you,â I admit, and Sim shrugs again.
âAnd,â I continue, ignoring his lack of response, âno matter how crappy they treat you, I think your parents would miss you too, Sim.â
âRight.â Simâs voice is lifeless, his eyes flat. âSince Iâm not âliving up to my potentialâ and Iâm such a âbig disappointment,â Iâm sure they would be dying for me to come back. Right.â
âRemember at the seventh-grade science fair, when you got disqualified for not having your whole project with you? And then you walked home to get the part youâd left, and your parents thought youâd been kidnapped?â
Sim cracks a smile at that. âSeventh grade. Those were the days, man.â
âYour parents freaked, Sim. Your mom cried when you came back. Remember?â
Flip. Flip. Simeon looks at me and shrugs. âThat was a long time ago, okay? My parents canât do anything to stop me from going,â he continues, flipping the lighter faster in some complicated, over-the-knuckles move. âI already know that Iâm not what they want, so why not make it easier on everybody and go?â
Thereâs nothing to say to that. His parents are messed up, and thatâs not going to change, but I know that saying this wonât help. I fumble to change the subject.
âItâs almost four. Weâd better get to kindergarten.â I put my hand on the lighter, grabbing his arm when he tries to shake me off. âLetâs go see what food Emeril is shouting at today.â Anything is better than watching Sim get depressed.
Simeon shrugs again, then stands, shoving the lighter into his pocket and fiddling with his silver snake ring. âNahâ¦Letâs go see if your grandma had any decent curtains.â He smiles wryly. âSheâs got to have something better than the pink flowery ones I saw at the Catholic thrift shop.â
âGrandmaâs stuff is in the guest room,â I say quickly, relieved I can do something to help. âCome on.â
When I crack open the first box, I can smell Grandma Murielâs perfumeâa kind of powdery lavender smell. I stop and breathe it in, feeling almost guilty giving her things to SimâI know she meant me to have them, and Mom said I should keep some of this stuff for college. But I donât need it right now, and Sim does.
As it turns out, Simeon hasnât thought much about rugs, sheets, or towels, not to mention the curtains he was after. Or pots and pans, either. He doesnât even have a couch, but he has found a double mattress and a box spring, and he figures heâll use his camping gearâa little gas stove and a sleeping bagâuntil his paycheck from Soy kicks in.
âYouâre using a gas stove? Your apartment doesnât have a stove?â I squeak.
âI think it has one,â Sim says, âit just doesnât have an oven. Iâll get a microwave. Itâll be fine.â
âI couldnât live without a stove.â
âSure you could. You could say, âHey, itâs camping!â And youâd be fine.â
âWe can do better than you camping,â I tell him.
I pile a couple
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