Sixteen
“Did you have a good time last night?”
Jules hadn’t exactly sneaked into the house but she had been hoping not to have to face her mom. At least, not right away.
After Keegan had dropped her off, giving her a lingering kiss in the car before walking her to the front door, she’d been hoping to have a few hours to herself to think. Sunday mornings her mom usually went to breakfast with her best friend, Cookie, before they headed to an early movie.
Apparently not this morning.
“Hey, Mom. What are you doing home?”
Her mom stood in the doorway to the kitchen, wearing an expression all too familiar to Jules from her wild-a*s teen years.
“I thought maybe you’d want to talk.”
More like Mom wanted to talk. And since she loved her mom, she nodded. “Can I change first?”
“Sure, honey.
