Chapter 7
“Hon, you’ve absolutely got to get up now. I’m serious, Timothy,” Eileen said.
“Leave me alone.”
“That didn’t work the first eleven times you said it this morning.”
Where was that compassionate and caring mother of his?
“A bit of sympathy for your son would be greatly appreciated,” Tim said as he threw back the covers and shivered at the cold that met his warm body.
“Staying out until half past two in the morning on a school night with your boyfriend is not a way to garner sympathy from your mother,” Eileen said as she stared at her son’s muffled head.
“Like you weren’t eighteen ever in your life,” Tim said and rubbed his eyes.
“That fact notwithstanding, my parents had the right to gripe me about it, as do yours. Now get up or you’re going to be late!”
Tim smiled at the
