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As soon as they were inside, Eleanor put the wadded-up fifty in her mother’s hand. Her mother didn’t thank her.
“Nobody gets enough,” she said. “Nobody gets what they need. When you always hungry, you get hungry in your head.” She tapped her forehead. “You know?” Park wasn’t sure what to say. “You don’t know,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t want you to know.… I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry for how I welcomed your Eleanor.” “Mom, it’s okay. This isn’t your fault.” “I don’t think I say this right.…” “It’s okay, Mindy,” Park’s dad said softly from the doorway. “Come to bed, honey.” He walked over to the bed and helped Park’s mom up, then stood with his arm wrapped protectively
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(Park was surprised that they’d think of that. And he was surprised that DP sold gift certificates. Not very punk.)
“Because. It’s your life. Because I’m interested. It’s like you’ve got all these weird barriers set up, like you only want me to have access to this tiny part of you.…”
“Just don’t kill John Lennon or anything.”
“I know that your stepdad isn’t an easy man to be around,” Park’s dad said finally, stepping toward her. “And I’m just saying, you know, that if it’s easier to be over here, then you should just be here. That would make Mindy and me feel a lot better, okay?” “Okay,” she said. “So this is the last time I’m going to ask you to stay for dinner.” Eleanor smiled, and he smiled back, and for a second he looked a lot more like Park than like Tom Selleck.
“Hey, I have good idea,” she said. “I do your hair. We have makeover night.”
She’d eaten this woman’s food and manhandled her son—she was in no position to argue.
“That’s how Park keep little kids busy during haircuts,” his mom said. “You must look scared, Eleanor. Don’t worry. I promise no cutting.”
:(
His dad didn’t say anything; he’d never raise his voice to Park’s mom.
And she’d actually found a satin pillowcase in the stack of towels and stuff in her bedroom closet, which was practically a sign from God that He wanted Eleanor to take better care of her hair.
oh
:(((((
He went through bands like Eleanor went through books.
he gets it
“Park probably help me do your hair on wedding day,” his mom said.
He kept pretending that they were on a real date, and then he’d remember that they were.
am i supposed to be moved bc im not
eugh
i lol
And Park’s hands started shaking before she was halfway through.
oh
“If this doesn’t work, with her uncle, don’t take Eleanor home. Bring her back here, and we’ll figure out what to do next.” “Okay … Thanks, Dad.” “Don’t thank me yet. I’ve got one condition.”
No more eyeliner, Park thought. “You’re taking the truck,” his dad said.
He cried into her hair until he fell asleep.
“But…” I’m not ready for you to stop being my problem.
she’s so odd
Josh said that Eleanor’s little brother had stopped coming to school. “Everybody says they’re gone. The whole family.”
I want to kill you, Park thought. And I can. Someone should.
