Chapter 11Explaining to my parents why I wasn’t going to be home for dinner that evening was like trying to play a game of Trivial Pursuit with them. I wasn’t going to win.
Patience truly was a f*****g virtue when I was talking to my parents, trying to persuade them to understand my friendship with Rocco.
I was leaning against the refrigerator drinking a soda while my mother whipped her coleslaw together with a fork, mixing dollops of thick, creamy mayonnaise and sprinkling paprika into the large stainless-steel bowl. “You know we eat as a family, Jay.”
“Mom, I’m trying to split my time equally between you and Dad and Rocco before I leave for college. I haven’t seen a lot of Rocco in the last few days.”
“I beg your pardon?” She cleared her throat. “You and Rocco have seen more of each
