Chapter 10: Holy Maria
I had a difficult time falling asleep that night after our discussion. I was glad to have Bernadette on my side.
For once.
No, if I was really being honest, that wasn’t true. She was a good mother. She cared and looked out for me, though she could still be a real pain. I smiled, turned over in bed, and listened to the new Lady Gaga album on my iPod.
Okay, so I lied to Gertrude. I told her I wasn’t plugged in—as she put it—like everyone else my age.
Why did I do that?
Maybe thinking about this would put me to sleep.
Number one: I don’t lie.
Not often.
Number two: It’s kind of true I don’t listen to music all the time.
I don’t take my iPod to work. That should count for something.
Maybe I lied because I wanted her to think I was kind of different. Special.
