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joked. “If I don’t worry about you, what am I supposed to worry about?”
“I don’t know.” I hid a smile. “Menopause?”
“Katie! I am not that old,” she said, and reached across the table to slap playfully at my arm.
“Right, I forgot. You’re a young, hip Mom. Even hipper than Amy Poehler was in Mean Girls .”
“Exactly.”
I raised my head to grin at her. “That was a test. No one says ‘hip’ anymore.”
“Well if I can’t be hip, at least I’m groovy,” she replied, and then smiled when I laughed through a mouthful of food.
“Please don’t repeat that around my friends.”
“Only around Sarah,” she promised. “She accepts me and all I have to do in return is talk her into eating my dinners every now and then.” I felt my smile die slightly, and Mom, being Mom, immediately caught on and went into mothering mode. “I knew it; you two are fighting, aren’t you?”
“Mom,” I whined, drawing the word out, “Sarah and I are not fighting, okay? Everything’s seriously fine. I promise.”
“Then why haven’t I seen her since Monday? Did you two fight that day you went over to her house?”
“No,” I said. “We’re fine.”
“If you use the word ‘fine’ one more time I’ll call her myself,” Mom joked. “Honey, friends fight all the time. You two have had your fair share, from what I can recall. It always works itself out.”
“We’re not fighting!” I insisted. “Can you please just drop it?”
I didn’t realize how loud I’d been until I caught several nearby diners shooting glances at us. Mom set down her silverware with a sigh, speaking quietly. “Katie, honey, you need to keep your voice down.”
I chewed on my bottom lip, embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I’ve just had a rough week. That’s all. Sarah and I are fine… we’re okay . It’s just me. I’ve been…” I hesitated, and then admitted, “I’ve been getting teased again.”
Mom’s face fell immediately, but there was an understanding in her expression that relieved me. Provided I could avoid giving her any details, this was a safe, believable, and semi-truthful route to take. “Oh, honey. About what?”
“Just stuff,” I mumbled. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Certainly not about your weight? You know you’re a beautiful girl, don’t you? You’re perfectly healthy.”
“Yeah, I know,” I told her half-heartedly. “I’m not gonna stop eating again. People… just suck sometimes, is all.”
“Does Sarah stick up for you?” Mom asked.
“That’s not her job,” I deflected. “It wasn’t her job in middle school and it’s not now.”
“But in middle school she did it anyway,” Mom reminded me.
“Well, she has her own stuff to worry about now,” I said.
“Oh, I see,” she said. “So like that boy and your new club.”
“I guess.” I nudged at the food on my plate with my fork. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. Anyway, aren’t we gonna be late for the movie?”
“Don’t change the subject,” she chided me, but motioned for our waiter to bring the check nonetheless. “You’re a strong girl, Katie. You’ve been through a lot more than most girls your age. Sarah or no Sarah, you can handle bullies. I’d just sleep easier at night knowing you have someone on your side.”
“I do. Believe me, Sarah may be busy, but she and I are definitely in this one together.”
“Well, good. I’m glad you have her. That girl’s always had a unique way with words; that’s for sure.”
“I come here today, accused.”
I pressed my lips together and tried to follow my instructions from Sarah as best as I could, but given that she’d left me completely in the dark from Thursday night through… well, five minutes before our LAMBDA meeting, and given that my only instructions were to “just look victimized” because she’s “got this”, I was a little lost and more than a little disheartened by her opening statement. Regardless of how many
“I don’t know.” I hid a smile. “Menopause?”
“Katie! I am not that old,” she said, and reached across the table to slap playfully at my arm.
“Right, I forgot. You’re a young, hip Mom. Even hipper than Amy Poehler was in Mean Girls .”
“Exactly.”
I raised my head to grin at her. “That was a test. No one says ‘hip’ anymore.”
“Well if I can’t be hip, at least I’m groovy,” she replied, and then smiled when I laughed through a mouthful of food.
“Please don’t repeat that around my friends.”
“Only around Sarah,” she promised. “She accepts me and all I have to do in return is talk her into eating my dinners every now and then.” I felt my smile die slightly, and Mom, being Mom, immediately caught on and went into mothering mode. “I knew it; you two are fighting, aren’t you?”
“Mom,” I whined, drawing the word out, “Sarah and I are not fighting, okay? Everything’s seriously fine. I promise.”
“Then why haven’t I seen her since Monday? Did you two fight that day you went over to her house?”
“No,” I said. “We’re fine.”
“If you use the word ‘fine’ one more time I’ll call her myself,” Mom joked. “Honey, friends fight all the time. You two have had your fair share, from what I can recall. It always works itself out.”
“We’re not fighting!” I insisted. “Can you please just drop it?”
I didn’t realize how loud I’d been until I caught several nearby diners shooting glances at us. Mom set down her silverware with a sigh, speaking quietly. “Katie, honey, you need to keep your voice down.”
I chewed on my bottom lip, embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I’ve just had a rough week. That’s all. Sarah and I are fine… we’re okay . It’s just me. I’ve been…” I hesitated, and then admitted, “I’ve been getting teased again.”
Mom’s face fell immediately, but there was an understanding in her expression that relieved me. Provided I could avoid giving her any details, this was a safe, believable, and semi-truthful route to take. “Oh, honey. About what?”
“Just stuff,” I mumbled. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Certainly not about your weight? You know you’re a beautiful girl, don’t you? You’re perfectly healthy.”
“Yeah, I know,” I told her half-heartedly. “I’m not gonna stop eating again. People… just suck sometimes, is all.”
“Does Sarah stick up for you?” Mom asked.
“That’s not her job,” I deflected. “It wasn’t her job in middle school and it’s not now.”
“But in middle school she did it anyway,” Mom reminded me.
“Well, she has her own stuff to worry about now,” I said.
“Oh, I see,” she said. “So like that boy and your new club.”
“I guess.” I nudged at the food on my plate with my fork. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. Anyway, aren’t we gonna be late for the movie?”
“Don’t change the subject,” she chided me, but motioned for our waiter to bring the check nonetheless. “You’re a strong girl, Katie. You’ve been through a lot more than most girls your age. Sarah or no Sarah, you can handle bullies. I’d just sleep easier at night knowing you have someone on your side.”
“I do. Believe me, Sarah may be busy, but she and I are definitely in this one together.”
“Well, good. I’m glad you have her. That girl’s always had a unique way with words; that’s for sure.”
“I come here today, accused.”
I pressed my lips together and tried to follow my instructions from Sarah as best as I could, but given that she’d left me completely in the dark from Thursday night through… well, five minutes before our LAMBDA meeting, and given that my only instructions were to “just look victimized” because she’s “got this”, I was a little lost and more than a little disheartened by her opening statement. Regardless of how many
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