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“Sean Kelly,” I say, and despite the ridiculousness of the situation, I smile at just the sound of his name. She narrows her eyes and smiles a little, too, then writes. When she’s finished, she looks up at Betsey.
“And you?”
Betsey shakes her head. “I forfeit,” she says with a satisfied smirk on her face. “Better chances for the ones who actually like someone.” She doesn’t meet my gaze.
“Sometimes I don’t understand you at all,” Mom mutters to Betsey. She starts cleaning again with purpose.
Ella sits down to eat, but before I join her, I look at Betsey. I know that all of it, from bringing up dating in the first place to the “you pick” thing to keep Mom from throwing out the idea altogether, was all for me.
Thanks, I think at her. She smiles like she heard me.
seven
Sunday, Mom decides that she wants to go to the bookstore with her daughter, and it happens to be afternoon, so I’m the one dragged along. Normally, I’m all for leaving the house, and bookstores are among my favorite places to be. But my mind’s on Sean, and frankly, all I really want to do is listen to sappy songs and think about him.
“How are you, Lizzie?” Mom asks in that fully loaded way of hers as we drive through the gate in the luxury sedan she bought when we moved here.
“This car smells like Band-Aids,” I say. “It always has.”
Mom looks at me funny. “Are you dodging my question?”
“I’m fine,” I say, looking out the window. “Have you decided about the dating thing yet?”
“Not yet,” she says quietly. “Do you want to talk about it at all?”
And say what? Pick me! Pick me!
“No.”
“Who’s Sean?” she asks.
“I just said I don’t want to talk about it.”
She gives me a look, so I give in.
“Fine. He’s a guy in my creative writing class.” I have to turn my head so far to the right it hurts and bite the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning.
“I see,” Mom says, reaching over to turn down the air-conditioning. She’s always cold. “What else?”
I consider telling her about Sean’s photography. His laid-back style. His general awesomeness. Instead, I say simply, “Nothing.”
We ride in silence for a few seconds, and I start thinking about how I really should be campaigning for Sean when Ella’s not around to do the same for Dave. But I don’t want to have to campaign for the guy I like. I just want to see what happens. The whole thing is so unnatural and unfair and unrealistic and a million other un words that I wish I would’ve just stayed home.
We pull up to a red light and Mom looks at me, concerned. “Is everything okay?” The light turns green, so she’s forced to look away, but that doesn’t stop her from talking. “You’ve seemed sort of sulky lately.”
“I’m not sulky,” I snap. “I’m just… over it.”
“Over what?”
Immediately, I want to take back what I said, not because I didn’t mean it, but because I don’t want to get into a big discussion about it. I think Mom believes that we’re content or at least satisfied with the situation. And I guess until recently, we have been. I have been… maybe because I didn’t know any better. But now I know things need to change… I just don’t know how. And without knowing, now’s not the time to open that can of catastrophe.
“Betsey keeps taking my clothes,” I lie. “I’m so completely over it I could scream. She has no respect for my personal space. And it’s not like she doesn’t have the exact same outfits as I do. She says that her closet smells, but whatever, that’s her problem.”
“I’ll talk to her,” Mom says, holding back a laugh, which tells me that she believes what I said. I’m quiet the rest of the way to the bookstore.
Inside, we walk a few aisles together, then split up. I look at practically every cover and read every description on the paperback new releases table, then settle on a book I saw Alison reading before dance last week. When I’m finished, I meet up with Mom at the coffee corner.
“You’re right, you know,” Mom says after taking a sip of her latte.
