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“How could you leave without them?” I hold my home phone away from my ear so that my mother’s screeching doesn’t burst my eardrum. I should have known that this would all get turned around to be my fault. For some reason, despite the fact that I was sensible and came home when I was scheduled to, I am somehow responsible for Baggy and Ruthie not doing the same.
I resent the fact that they got to stay and I didn’t. I especially resent the fact that I am inexplicably now being blamed for it. How is this fair? I want to scream at my mother, but I don’t—of course.
As she prattles on about how I should have insisted that they come home with me, my mind wanders. For once, I’d like to be reckless and carefree. Maybe I should hop on a plane and go back to Hawaii. Wouldn’t that shock everyone
