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myself I didn’t really care. I was having
too good a time with everyone else to miss him.
CHAPTER
9
It was a few days before Thanksgiving break and I
had just gotten back to my dorm room after a game at the Phi Kappa house. The
semester would be coming to an end just a little over a week after the break;
we’d come back, it would be reading week, and then there would be finals in all
of my classes. I was still struggling to keep up in Biology, but if I finished
with a C or higher in the class at least I wouldn’t have to take it again—I
could move on to another requirement. I hadn’t entirely settled on a major yet;
I thought I might go into political science or anthropology, something that
wasn’t quite as useless as English but was more fun than something math and science heavy. It wouldn’t really matter until the end of the year—or
next year at the latest—since as a Freshman I had to get all of the general
education requirements out of the way first no matter what. Finals week would
also be when registration for the next semester would start, and I knew that
I’d have to just take more of the same kinds of classes; maybe for spring I’d
take some art classes and get my electives out of the way, take it easy on
myself.
I was considering my options, gearing myself up for
the frustrating task of navigating the impossible site that held the course
catalog for spring, when my phone rang. It was my mom, and I considered letting
it go to voice mail; I was tired, and I wasn’t really feeling up to a long
conversation about how my classes were going and whatever new toy her boyfriend
had bought her. But she paid the phone bill and I knew that
if I didn’t answer right away, she would just call me again, and then a third
time. When I had been in high school she had shut off my phone
completely more than once when I failed to answer, and I didn’t want to have to
deal with that again. “Hey, Mom,” I said when I picked up. “I was just about to
get in bed.” Maybe if I told her that in the beginning of the call she’d keep
it short; I’d be seeing her in a few days anyway, when I drove home for the
break.
“Hey, Mia baby!” she said, almost a shriek in my
ear. I loved my mom, but ever since she had taken up with her rich boyfriend,
she was more than a little annoying. She always asked if there was anything she
could get for me, if there were any clothes or shoes or bags I wanted. I was not
by any stretch of the imagination the kind of girl that cared about shoes or
bags—the most I cared was that I had a book bag that wouldn’t fall apart, and
shoes that wouldn’t wear out or pinch my toes. But my mom had gotten on a kick
of me being “presentable” and “looking professional.”
“What’s up?” I asked her. She was excited—I could
tell that right away. I closed my eyes, wishing I was already asleep, already kicking aside the idea of perusing the course catalog.
It could wait for tomorrow.
“I have a surprise for you!” I almost laughed, but
kept it down.
“It’s not Christmas yet, Mom,” I reminded her,
smiling in spite of myself. Even before she had started dating the rich
boyfriend, she loved to surprise me—and even though I wouldn’t admit it to her,
I loved it when she did.
“I know, baby. But I’ve got a really big surprise
for you and I know you’re going to just love it.” I shrugged.
“Give me a hint?” My mom laughed.
“Not on your life, sweetie,” she told me. “I just
wanted to make sure that you didn’t go to all the bother of driving up to our
place—I won’t be there. We’re going to have Thanksgiving at Bob’s mansion.” Bob
was the rich boyfriend. It bothered me a little bit that my mom insisted on
calling his house a mansion; I’d seen pictures of it, and it was a nice enough
place, but it was nothing more than a house when everything was said and done.
It made her sound nouveau riche to keep referring to it as a mansion.
“Mom, I’ve
too good a time with everyone else to miss him.
CHAPTER
9
It was a few days before Thanksgiving break and I
had just gotten back to my dorm room after a game at the Phi Kappa house. The
semester would be coming to an end just a little over a week after the break;
we’d come back, it would be reading week, and then there would be finals in all
of my classes. I was still struggling to keep up in Biology, but if I finished
with a C or higher in the class at least I wouldn’t have to take it again—I
could move on to another requirement. I hadn’t entirely settled on a major yet;
I thought I might go into political science or anthropology, something that
wasn’t quite as useless as English but was more fun than something math and science heavy. It wouldn’t really matter until the end of the year—or
next year at the latest—since as a Freshman I had to get all of the general
education requirements out of the way first no matter what. Finals week would
also be when registration for the next semester would start, and I knew that
I’d have to just take more of the same kinds of classes; maybe for spring I’d
take some art classes and get my electives out of the way, take it easy on
myself.
I was considering my options, gearing myself up for
the frustrating task of navigating the impossible site that held the course
catalog for spring, when my phone rang. It was my mom, and I considered letting
it go to voice mail; I was tired, and I wasn’t really feeling up to a long
conversation about how my classes were going and whatever new toy her boyfriend
had bought her. But she paid the phone bill and I knew that
if I didn’t answer right away, she would just call me again, and then a third
time. When I had been in high school she had shut off my phone
completely more than once when I failed to answer, and I didn’t want to have to
deal with that again. “Hey, Mom,” I said when I picked up. “I was just about to
get in bed.” Maybe if I told her that in the beginning of the call she’d keep
it short; I’d be seeing her in a few days anyway, when I drove home for the
break.
“Hey, Mia baby!” she said, almost a shriek in my
ear. I loved my mom, but ever since she had taken up with her rich boyfriend,
she was more than a little annoying. She always asked if there was anything she
could get for me, if there were any clothes or shoes or bags I wanted. I was not
by any stretch of the imagination the kind of girl that cared about shoes or
bags—the most I cared was that I had a book bag that wouldn’t fall apart, and
shoes that wouldn’t wear out or pinch my toes. But my mom had gotten on a kick
of me being “presentable” and “looking professional.”
“What’s up?” I asked her. She was excited—I could
tell that right away. I closed my eyes, wishing I was already asleep, already kicking aside the idea of perusing the course catalog.
It could wait for tomorrow.
“I have a surprise for you!” I almost laughed, but
kept it down.
“It’s not Christmas yet, Mom,” I reminded her,
smiling in spite of myself. Even before she had started dating the rich
boyfriend, she loved to surprise me—and even though I wouldn’t admit it to her,
I loved it when she did.
“I know, baby. But I’ve got a really big surprise
for you and I know you’re going to just love it.” I shrugged.
“Give me a hint?” My mom laughed.
“Not on your life, sweetie,” she told me. “I just
wanted to make sure that you didn’t go to all the bother of driving up to our
place—I won’t be there. We’re going to have Thanksgiving at Bob’s mansion.” Bob
was the rich boyfriend. It bothered me a little bit that my mom insisted on
calling his house a mansion; I’d seen pictures of it, and it was a nice enough
place, but it was nothing more than a house when everything was said and done.
It made her sound nouveau riche to keep referring to it as a mansion.
“Mom, I’ve
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