It absolutely is not. My disinterest in hearing the details of my sister’s sex life is not anti-feminist. I fully support her right to have an active and hopefully responsible sex life. I simply do not want to know any details of said sex life unless strictly necessary.
i hate all of you
Rosa
So that’s a yes. I knew it!
I stare at the screen. Because apparently there are only two modes available to my family: wildly invasive and correct.
Another buzz. But this time it isn’t the family chat.
It’s Miller.
Just his name lighting up my screen with one simple message.
Miller
You up?
My stomach does a weird little swoop. Absurd. I am too old to have this strong a physiological response to two words and proper punctuation.
No. I have become one with the floor
Three dots appear. Disappear. Reappear.
You’ll need to reverse that before work.
I smile before I can stop myself. Which, I guess, is my life now. Smiling at texts from Miller Evans while my niece tries to interrogate me about my sex life.
Balance. This feels like an unreasonable expectation.
I can pick you up coffee.
Oh. Oh, that’s dangerous. Not because of the coffee. Because of theI can. Like he’s already factoring me into his morning. Like this is a thing he gets to do now.
I sit on the edge of my bed to answer because suddenly standing feels too exposed.
I already have coffee
Is it good coffee?
I glance toward my kitchen, where my sad littlesingle-serve machine is probably still cooling from its most recent act of mediocrity.
Define good
I’ll take that as a no.
Before I can answer, the family chat detonates again.
Holly
Sweetheart?
Rosa
If you don’t answer i’m assuming you climbed him like a tree
Max
