His lips thinned, eyes hardening. “No. I know what her response will be, and I don’t feel like fighting with her. That’s just about all we do anymore. I hate it. I know she wants the best for me, but I just don’t see myself in an office job working an eight-to-five for the rest of my life. That’s just not me.” “You could play piano or do something else legitimate that isn’t a standard job. That way you and your mom could both be happy.” “I could,” he conceded, eyes drifting out the window. “There’s still time to decide what I’m doing long-term. Despite my mom’s beliefs otherwise, my dad isn’t forcing me into anything.” “I wish I could say the same. I’m not sure what four years at college is going to do for me when all I want to do is paint for a living, but Dad doesn’t see it that way. He’
