After the movie, Eric drove me to my house. I stepped inside on my tiptoes, hoping the wooden floorboards would not crack signaling my entrance. I even had my library card out just in case I ran into my mother and she asked where I had been – for there was no way she noticed I was out all night, where was I to sleep, a friend’s house? What friend?
“Good morning.” I jumped in place at the sound of her derisive tone. She was in the living room having lunch.
“I called you downstairs a hundred times, but it seems nothing could wake you from that beauty sleep.” She scoffed while shaking her head before her eyes locked on my bag. “Are you going somewhere?” she asked. Did she really not realize I was not at home? I swear, I could be kidnapped or gone missing and this woman still would not notic
