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some other time?”
“You know you’re always welcome. And tell your mom to give me a call if she ever needs an extra pair of hands. I’m happy to help.”
“I will,” she said . “I’ll talk to you later, Blake. I hope you get it all figured out. Work on that list, okay?”
“What list?” Mom said to me once Olivia had left .
I threw myself back on my bed and covered my face with my hands. “It’s nothing, Mom.”
“Is everything okay?”
“ Sure. Only that my life completely sucks at the moment.”
The bed sank as Mom sat down next to me. She put her hand on my thigh and gave it two quick pats. “Your life does not completely suck, I assure you. Do you want to talk about it?”
“No. Really, Mom. I’m fine.”
She patted my leg again. “ I f you say so. Oh, you might want to change out of that,” she said with an air of distaste, indicating my wrinkled cover-up , “and into something a little nicer. Zach and his parents will be here in an hour. And do something about your hair, will you?”
I sat up suddenly. I had completely forgotten about our weekly dinner. His parents and mine were pretty tight . “That’s tonight?”
“ It’s Saturday, isn’t it? ” She put her hand on my forehead. “Are you feeling okay? You don’t usually forget plans that include Zach. ”
I latched on to the not-feeling-well bit, hoping I could play the sick-card and get out of dinner. I wrapped my arms around my middle and groaned.
“Now that you mention it, I am feeling a little off tonight. I think I may be coming down with a stomach bug. Or food poisoning. Maybe it was something I ate at the party today.”
Mom put her finger to her chin, her forehead creasing in thought. “Probably an undercooked b urger. You have a stomach ache? What about diarrhea?”
“ Mom! ”
“No need to be embarrassed, Blake. I’m your mother. But I’ll take that as a yes.” She slapped her hands on her thighs and stood up. “That settles it. I’m just going to have to cancel our dinner plans. Truth be told, I’m somewhat relieved. I’m tired from all that shopping Daddy and I did today.”
I breathed a sigh of relief but kept the pathetic expression plastered on my face. “Maybe I’ll take a bath and go to bed early.”
“How about I bring up a nice bowl of broth for you later? I don’t want you getting dehydrated.”
I gave her my best I’m-sick-so-please-take-pity-on-me smile. “That would be great. Thanks, Mom. You’re the best.”
She bent down and kissed the top of my head. “I know.”
I was on my way to the bathroom when I heard Mom’s voice on the other side of her closed door . I paused, listening in on the one-sided conversation.
“No, I didn’t hear a word about that,” she said.
Little alarm bells went off in my head and I pressed my ear against the door, crossing my fingers that by some miracle she was not hearing the news about Zach’s and my breakup.
“Blake told me she was sick. She didn’t look at all well. Surely she would have told me if she had broken up with Zach. I mean, why would she do that anyway? Those two are like peanut-butter and jelly . They just go together. ” She chuckled.
I clutched my pj’s to my chest and held my breath. Crap.
“Well, yes. Of course, Helen. I’ll talk to her and find out what’s going on. We’ll get this whole misunderstanding straightened out right away.” There was a slight pause. “I know. It is devastating. Give Zach a hug from me.” Another pause. “Okay. Bye-bye.”
I sprinted down the hall and into the bathroom, barricading the door behind me. The knock came a few seconds later . I raced toward the tub and turned on the water as high as it could go.
“Sorry, but I’m a little indisposed at the moment!”
“Blake Edwards Ehlert,” my mother said, pounding on the door with each word. “We need to talk. Right now!”
I cringed. It was bad enough my parents had named me after some movie director who not only
“You know you’re always welcome. And tell your mom to give me a call if she ever needs an extra pair of hands. I’m happy to help.”
“I will,” she said . “I’ll talk to you later, Blake. I hope you get it all figured out. Work on that list, okay?”
“What list?” Mom said to me once Olivia had left .
I threw myself back on my bed and covered my face with my hands. “It’s nothing, Mom.”
“Is everything okay?”
“ Sure. Only that my life completely sucks at the moment.”
The bed sank as Mom sat down next to me. She put her hand on my thigh and gave it two quick pats. “Your life does not completely suck, I assure you. Do you want to talk about it?”
“No. Really, Mom. I’m fine.”
She patted my leg again. “ I f you say so. Oh, you might want to change out of that,” she said with an air of distaste, indicating my wrinkled cover-up , “and into something a little nicer. Zach and his parents will be here in an hour. And do something about your hair, will you?”
I sat up suddenly. I had completely forgotten about our weekly dinner. His parents and mine were pretty tight . “That’s tonight?”
“ It’s Saturday, isn’t it? ” She put her hand on my forehead. “Are you feeling okay? You don’t usually forget plans that include Zach. ”
I latched on to the not-feeling-well bit, hoping I could play the sick-card and get out of dinner. I wrapped my arms around my middle and groaned.
“Now that you mention it, I am feeling a little off tonight. I think I may be coming down with a stomach bug. Or food poisoning. Maybe it was something I ate at the party today.”
Mom put her finger to her chin, her forehead creasing in thought. “Probably an undercooked b urger. You have a stomach ache? What about diarrhea?”
“ Mom! ”
“No need to be embarrassed, Blake. I’m your mother. But I’ll take that as a yes.” She slapped her hands on her thighs and stood up. “That settles it. I’m just going to have to cancel our dinner plans. Truth be told, I’m somewhat relieved. I’m tired from all that shopping Daddy and I did today.”
I breathed a sigh of relief but kept the pathetic expression plastered on my face. “Maybe I’ll take a bath and go to bed early.”
“How about I bring up a nice bowl of broth for you later? I don’t want you getting dehydrated.”
I gave her my best I’m-sick-so-please-take-pity-on-me smile. “That would be great. Thanks, Mom. You’re the best.”
She bent down and kissed the top of my head. “I know.”
I was on my way to the bathroom when I heard Mom’s voice on the other side of her closed door . I paused, listening in on the one-sided conversation.
“No, I didn’t hear a word about that,” she said.
Little alarm bells went off in my head and I pressed my ear against the door, crossing my fingers that by some miracle she was not hearing the news about Zach’s and my breakup.
“Blake told me she was sick. She didn’t look at all well. Surely she would have told me if she had broken up with Zach. I mean, why would she do that anyway? Those two are like peanut-butter and jelly . They just go together. ” She chuckled.
I clutched my pj’s to my chest and held my breath. Crap.
“Well, yes. Of course, Helen. I’ll talk to her and find out what’s going on. We’ll get this whole misunderstanding straightened out right away.” There was a slight pause. “I know. It is devastating. Give Zach a hug from me.” Another pause. “Okay. Bye-bye.”
I sprinted down the hall and into the bathroom, barricading the door behind me. The knock came a few seconds later . I raced toward the tub and turned on the water as high as it could go.
“Sorry, but I’m a little indisposed at the moment!”
“Blake Edwards Ehlert,” my mother said, pounding on the door with each word. “We need to talk. Right now!”
I cringed. It was bad enough my parents had named me after some movie director who not only
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