3Mom and Dirk didn’t miss a beat. As tired as she was and as much as she’d tried to hide the fact that they were sleeping together, she finally let him spend the night.
I didn’t even realize it, until I was in the kitchen in my panties and T-shirt, looking at the piles of mail, hoping our gas or electricity wouldn’t be cut off. I was sick of cold water and of living in the dark.
The answering machine was full, with a red, blinking light. No one had bothered to check the messages. Mom was too busy with her damned boy friend, who would probably just leave her again.
She came in the kitchen and started yelling at me, in a whisper.
“What are you thinking, Liv? Get dressed, right now. Dirk’s in the living room, for God’s sake. Here, take my robe and go to your room.”
Under her robe was a s
