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My personality was Type A of the bolded, capital A variety.
My response to the order was Pavlovian. Having military parents did that to a girl.
Dad had his eyes shut, probably imagining what real retirement looked like somewhere tropical.
People get girlfriends. And boyfriends. And non-gender-specific special companions.
Oh, for the ability to evaporate and mist out of a room.
I preferred to avoid regular groundings and threats of being sent to a nunnery. We weren’t even Catholic.
Because we were putting down roots, if I messed it all up, there wouldn’t be anywhere to run.”
Oof
I’d been trying not to overanalyze, but this was me. Analyzing was my DNA.
The boy was strange. And I didn’t hate his brand of strange.
“No offense, but your dad kind of scares me.”
Everyone at Riley’s Dad
“I thought everyone knew girls and horses was a thing.”
On the ride back last night, since we’d all had to leave with me driving Brandon’s SUV, Grace belted sea shanties the whole way.
“Okay everybody, mind your business,” Jen barked. “This isn’t an episode of Riverdale.”
“And love,” Mom added, though Dad seemed questionable on that at the moment.
