The next morning, as I walked into the kitchen, I found myself faced
with the odd dilemma of being both relieved and terribly disappointed. The
first, because my mother hadn’t decided to take another day off from work.
The second, because as I glanced out the window, I noticed that Bethany’s
car wasn’t parked in front of her house. Which meant she wasn’t home.
Which meant I wouldn’t be going over there for some new sexual thrill this
morning. Oh well.
After a moment of sadness, I realized I was being kind