8
Circle
As threatened, my mother arrived at the dorms a little after midnight. She banged on the door hard enough to rouse the campus police.
“Elena, your mom’s here,” said a very tired Jamie.
I muttered a few choice expletives as I rolled over in bed.
“Where’s your dad?” Jamie asked, kind enough to not turn on the lights. “Your mom said he turned off his phone.”
I sat up. All the commotion should have prompted a response from my dad if he was anyplace nearby.
My mother barged through the door. “Where is your father?” Judging by her shopping bags and new clothes, she’d spent the day downtown. “I’m here to give your father a ride back to the hotel.”
“Hi, Mom, nice to see you too. I don’t know where he is. Maybe in the kitchen?”
“I hope you’re correct. This day has been exhausting.
