Totally Du Jour
Mom’s waiting in the hallway, her face set to murder. I don’t hear what the doctor tells her, or what she says as she leads me through the building. I barely hear the radio in the car. White noise fills my head. This isn’t a dream. You’re really here.
“Are you even listening?”
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want you to be sorry. I want you to be the kind of person who doesn’t do things like this. Honest to God, Amy, what were you thinking?”
“Didn’t the doctor tell you that?”
Mom laughs her “oh, you’re in trou-ble” laugh. I brace for impact.
“You know you could have killed someone? Or been killed? The cops said they found you in the Tenderloin.”
“It was the Metreon. There’s—”
“You could be in the back of some guy’s van right now, tied up like a turkey. Do you realize that?”
