Sunday passed uneventfully. We went to our usual mass, with my brother still mad at me and he was being a stupid ass again. He and mom fought about Eros. Mom told him that it was about time I get a ‘boyfriend’, and Ach just went ranting on and on about me letting some guy stay over the house in a girl’s bedroom. He told mom it wasn’t the right away to get a proper boyfriend. He said it was improper and too fast.
But Mom just shook her head and sighed. Then that’s where Dad came in, not even caring one bit. I guess you could say that my relationship with my Dad was friendly. If I liked it, he would just nod his head. If I didn’t like it, he would also nod his head again. So pretty much, he was the cool Dad.
What I was grateful for was the absence of Austin. Because of Ach’s exaspe
