When I stumbled home early the next morning after spending most of the night with Alex, my mother was waiting for me. I thought for sure she’d be spending the weekend at Dennis’s, so seeing her on the sofa when I walked in was a bit of a shock.
“I can’t believe you stayed out all night,” she said.
“I told you I was going bowling with Alex.”
“It’s nearly five in the morning!”
I shrugged and said nothing. I was tired and I really didn’t feel like arguing with her. All I wanted to do was climb into bed and pull the covers over my head. I hadn’t exactly gotten much sleep at Alex’s and I was exhausted.
“The bowling alleys don’t stay open until five in the morning,” my mother continued. “Where were you?”
“With Alex.”
“All night?”
I didn’t like my mother’s tone and I couldn’t believe she
