to support yourself. All parents want what’s best for their
children, and we are no different. I wish you could stop seeing
us as the bad guys and hold up your end of the deal. I’ve been
pushing you to apply to law school because it’s time.”
“So, you not helping me has nothing to do with the fact that
I’m—”
“No!” Sandra’s eyes welled up with tears again. “I’m sorry
that your dad had to ask you to be discreet for the sake of his
career. You know that what he values personally isn’t always
what he is expected to represent for his party.”
Emily huffed. She’d heard this before too. All the
conversations with her parents over the past few years truly
felt like a broken record. “Oh really? As far as I know, his
party doesn’t stand for hate, and they’re not against anyone
having a gay daughter, so he’s just afraid that certain closed-
minded, hating, asshole individuals won’t vote for him. Maybe
he shouldn’t be pandering for their votes in the first place.”
Sandra stood up and smoothed wrinkles out of her baby
blue pants suit that weren’t even there. Emily had no idea how
someone as artistic as her mom could walk around wearing the
things she did. There was professional and then there was the
soulless wardrobe her mom preferred because she thought
that’s what she should look like as the wife of a possible future
senator.
“Law school. I want to see completed applications being
sent off by the end of the week. I want to review everything, to
make sure you’re not botching it on purpose. And as for your
father’s expectations and what we think about you as a person,
please don’t accuse us of not loving you for who you are.
That’s out of line and it’s not true. It would break your father’s