Who’s Watching Whom?
By J. Tomas
social life, damn it!
But his mother was adamant—she had a date with the ladies from her book club and didn’t want to hear his lip. “One evening, that’s all I ask,” she said as she stood in the foyer, fluffing her hair in the mirror beside the empty coat rack. “Is that too much, Logan? Can’t you at least give me that?”
“Mom.” Logan hated the whine in his voice, but it seemed whenever he spoke to her any more, it was there. “This is the first night of summer. Of freedom. I’m a senior now. Chad and I wanted to go out.“
From the dining room, Logan could hear the clatter of silverware on a plate as his brother Dylan finished his dinner. His mother sighed, exasperated. She gave Logan a warning look from the corner of her eye. “Don’t start with me tonight, L
