Chapter 12: Antonia DepartingThe next morning, I stumbled into the kitchen, only to be greeted by my mother.
“You look great,” she said.
Yawning, I ignored her and grabbed coffee from the cabinet. The damn coffee filters stuck and the coffee pot was dirty. “f**k!”
“Nice language,” she said, snatching the pot. “Go sit. I’ll make it.”
I did as I was told and closed my eyes.
“Declan.”
The sound of the coffee maker and the voice made me jump.
“Coffee’s almost ready,” she said. “Please tell me you have regular milk. You can’t expect a growing child to drink soy whatever, and now hemp milk?” She tsked while pushing things around in the fridge until she found a half-gallon of two percent. “And sugar?”
“For Christ’s sake, Ma, it’s right here!” I pushed the nearby sugar bowl at her.
“Someo
