Chapter 24
May 31st
People were stubborn.
Take me, for example.
I always considered the trait something I received from my father. He never gave up. As a child and a young adult, I always admired that about him and never considered the fact my mother was stubborn at all.
In fact, she seemed to melt around him, but there was no doubt now… my mother never showed how single-minded and inflexible she was in front of us kids. If I could bet on it, and know for certain, I would wager decisions were made in private — my mother being the one in control — and my father merely followed through with them.
I knew this now, because months had passed and my mother hadn’t called, not once. Me? I called her, every single day, and she hadn’t picked up the phone or returned any of my calls.
At first,
