Theodore
I think I’m going insane.
“Are you listening to me, Theo?”
My mother’s shrill voice risks bursting my ear drum as I rip out the drawers annoyed.
“Yeah, yeah,” I mutter absentmindedly as I search through the cupboards.
I make a mess, not caring about my mother screaming at me at the other end of the line.
Where did I put them?
I could swear I had put them in one of those drawers.
“Don’t ‘yeah, yeah’ me,” she screams. “Can you even imagine how I am feeling right now?”
I swallow a groan as it’s always just about her feelings.
“I can’t even look Margerie in the eyes anymore. Do you even realize how seeing her in church was? This is so embarrassing,” she continues, making me lean against the kitchen counter, propping myself up onto my hands in pure desperation.
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