Chapter 2
I was looking at bus schedules when my father called two days later. He cut right to the chase. “Don’t plan on coming home over Thanksgiving,” he said. “Your mother’s people are coming over, and you know how religious they are.”
I barely had time to acknowledge this, let alone take it in. My mouth opened and shut without anything but a small squeak of air coming out. I hung up before he could. Then I stared at the phone, then at the ceiling, and said, “Te futueo et caballum tuum!” which translates nicely to, “Screw you and the horse you rode in on.”
My roommate only stared at me. He had no clue because he had not been doing his Latin homework, had he? Nope. But I was the star student in Latin class, looking up things on my own, like how to swear in Latin.
I looked Jerome righ
