“Hey Mom?” I asked.
“Hmm?”
“Remember the Knoxes who came to our disco night?”
“Of course.”
“Do you think we might be seeing them again soon? Like for another party or something?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’m not ready for a big party right now. Things have been going so well. I…” She trailed off.
I knew what Mom meant without her finishing. Ever since the whole picture thing, Ronny had been nicer. No slamming doors or ‘f**k you’s’ in months. I guessed that maybe he felt guilty for making Mom sad with that other lady. He’d brought her a huge bouquet of flowers the next day and had even taken her out to one of the nicest restaurants in town. That night, they came home late, all giggly and whispery before turning music on in their bedroom.
Maybe this year, I’d leave for camp surrounded by fl
