‘If you want to be treated like a mother,’ I said, ‘you should act like one.’ Mom rarely got angry. She was usually either singing or crying, but now her face twisted up with fury. We both knew I had crossed a line, but I didn’t care. I’d also changed over the summer. ‘How dare you?’ she shouted. ‘You’re in trouble now - big trouble. I’m telling your dad. Just you wait until he comes home.’
