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age.”
“ I think she’s stronger than she seems,” I say, but at the same time I remember Chloe’s words about not being happy with who she is, about how complicated she is. But I can’t exactly tell her mom she was a shitty mom, can I? Besides, everyone has their problems. Who am I to judge her?
“She’s coping in her own way.” She smiles a little as if trying to lighten the mood. “You’ll do her good.”
I don’t know what to say. “I-I’m … It’s just for a few more weeks before we move out.”
“Still. You’re a good influence on her.”
I desperately want to know what got her thinking that, but I don’t know how to ask. She reads my mind again, however.
“She mentioned you, you know.”
“She did?”
“Well … It’s more about how she’s avoiding talking about you, really.”
This confuses the hell out of me. How is not talking about someone good? As far as I’m concerned that just means you don’t think them important enough to talk about them. Or worse, they annoy you, or something.
She must see my confusion, because she continues, “She’s never too keen to talk about the people that matter to her.”
“Huh.”
Yeah, I know, not the most intelligent response. Bear in mind, I’m discussing a girl I like with her mother. That’s pretty weird and nerve-wracking.
“Adam, she talked about constantly. They were too casual for it to really matter. Or Tony, or … or …”
“Yeah, I get it.” Whoa, lady, I do not want to hear about every single boyfriend Chloe’s had. It’s enough that I know what a jackass Adam is. Really, TMI.
“Oh,” she says and jerks back. “I apologize.” I guess my horrified expression took her by surprise.
“Are you two …?”
“No.” I say it too vehemently, I know, but it’s too late to take it back. “I just … that’s her life. I’m just a roommate.”
“Sure?” She smiles again . The skin on the back of my neck crawls. She certainly shares her insight into people with Chloe. Another reason why she should understand why Chloe wants to study psychology.
I don’t know what to tell her, but I am saved by the bell. Or actually by Chloe, as she opens the door and then stops dead when she sees who’s sitting at the table.
“Mo m?”
“Hi, honey. I wanted to see where you lived. Christopher was kind enough to invite me in for a coffee despite me barging in here unannounced.”
Chloe’s eyes flit to me and then back to her mother. I can see her mind trying to work out how much damage has been done in her absence. Not much, she must decide, because she relaxes, smiles and gives her mom a kiss on the cheek.
“You should’ve told me you were coming.”
“Didn’t I?”
“Mo m, next time Eric offers to buy you a smartphone, grab the opportunity. It’ll remember things instead of you.”
Natasha chuckles, but it sounds nervous. I think she’s aware of being terrible at ordinary life. I feel sorry for her. She seems a nice person, just absent-minded.
“It’s fine,” Chloe says. “As long as you didn’t bring the family albums.”
“No, not whole albums, I just brought your naked pictures,” Natasha deadpans.
I snort with laughter, and Chloe rolls her eyes. These two must be the most fun mother-daughter duo I’ve ever met. I can’t stop grinning.
“So,” Chloe says as she drops her bag on the floor and sits down. “What have you two been up to while I was gone?”
The way she asks, she sounds worried. I figure, if she’s worried, what her mom and I’ve been talking about must mean something to her. I must mean something. See? I can do this psychology thingy, too. The better I know her, the easier she is to read. And if I add to that what her Mom’s told me about her … I’ve got a pretty clear picture of what my chances are to win her. Pretty high, I think.
I make her a tea and she thanks me with a smiling gaze when I pass her the mug. In the past few weeks, I’ve figured she’s not a grand
“ I think she’s stronger than she seems,” I say, but at the same time I remember Chloe’s words about not being happy with who she is, about how complicated she is. But I can’t exactly tell her mom she was a shitty mom, can I? Besides, everyone has their problems. Who am I to judge her?
“She’s coping in her own way.” She smiles a little as if trying to lighten the mood. “You’ll do her good.”
I don’t know what to say. “I-I’m … It’s just for a few more weeks before we move out.”
“Still. You’re a good influence on her.”
I desperately want to know what got her thinking that, but I don’t know how to ask. She reads my mind again, however.
“She mentioned you, you know.”
“She did?”
“Well … It’s more about how she’s avoiding talking about you, really.”
This confuses the hell out of me. How is not talking about someone good? As far as I’m concerned that just means you don’t think them important enough to talk about them. Or worse, they annoy you, or something.
She must see my confusion, because she continues, “She’s never too keen to talk about the people that matter to her.”
“Huh.”
Yeah, I know, not the most intelligent response. Bear in mind, I’m discussing a girl I like with her mother. That’s pretty weird and nerve-wracking.
“Adam, she talked about constantly. They were too casual for it to really matter. Or Tony, or … or …”
“Yeah, I get it.” Whoa, lady, I do not want to hear about every single boyfriend Chloe’s had. It’s enough that I know what a jackass Adam is. Really, TMI.
“Oh,” she says and jerks back. “I apologize.” I guess my horrified expression took her by surprise.
“Are you two …?”
“No.” I say it too vehemently, I know, but it’s too late to take it back. “I just … that’s her life. I’m just a roommate.”
“Sure?” She smiles again . The skin on the back of my neck crawls. She certainly shares her insight into people with Chloe. Another reason why she should understand why Chloe wants to study psychology.
I don’t know what to tell her, but I am saved by the bell. Or actually by Chloe, as she opens the door and then stops dead when she sees who’s sitting at the table.
“Mo m?”
“Hi, honey. I wanted to see where you lived. Christopher was kind enough to invite me in for a coffee despite me barging in here unannounced.”
Chloe’s eyes flit to me and then back to her mother. I can see her mind trying to work out how much damage has been done in her absence. Not much, she must decide, because she relaxes, smiles and gives her mom a kiss on the cheek.
“You should’ve told me you were coming.”
“Didn’t I?”
“Mo m, next time Eric offers to buy you a smartphone, grab the opportunity. It’ll remember things instead of you.”
Natasha chuckles, but it sounds nervous. I think she’s aware of being terrible at ordinary life. I feel sorry for her. She seems a nice person, just absent-minded.
“It’s fine,” Chloe says. “As long as you didn’t bring the family albums.”
“No, not whole albums, I just brought your naked pictures,” Natasha deadpans.
I snort with laughter, and Chloe rolls her eyes. These two must be the most fun mother-daughter duo I’ve ever met. I can’t stop grinning.
“So,” Chloe says as she drops her bag on the floor and sits down. “What have you two been up to while I was gone?”
The way she asks, she sounds worried. I figure, if she’s worried, what her mom and I’ve been talking about must mean something to her. I must mean something. See? I can do this psychology thingy, too. The better I know her, the easier she is to read. And if I add to that what her Mom’s told me about her … I’ve got a pretty clear picture of what my chances are to win her. Pretty high, I think.
I make her a tea and she thanks me with a smiling gaze when I pass her the mug. In the past few weeks, I’ve figured she’s not a grand
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