“Can I ask you a question?” He asked me and I nodded instead of using the ‘you just did’ line.
“Why didn’t you go to any parties when they were away?” He asked, finishing off one of his burgers in less than 3 bites.
“I saw what the parties did to Jessie and how drunk she got, but then I realized that the reason Jessie had more friends than I did was because she went to parties and had fun; she acted like a real teenager while I acted more like an overworked mother.” I breathed out a laugh.
“Why’d you start going to parties?” He asked me and I bit my lip nervously.
“Because they seem fun?” I asked, feigning a smile. He gave me a flat look.
“The real reason, Fiona.” He said, biting into his burger. I wanted to laugh. Here he was, trying to be serious while eating a burger.
“Honest
