AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Don’t worry about it,” she says. “I got mine to go. I’ll see you at home.”
“Bug.”
“I’m gonna need you tonotcall me that right now.”
“June—”
The call drops.
When he gets back to the Residence, she’s sitting on her bed, eating pasta out of a plastic container, withParks &Recreationplaying on her tablet. She pointedly ignores him when he comes to her doorway.
He’s reminded of when they were kids—around eight and eleven years old. He recalls standing next to her at the bathroom mirror, looking at the similarities between their faces: the same round tips of their noses, the same thick, unruly brows, the same square jaw inherited from their mother. He remembers studying her expression in the reflection as they brushed their teeth, the morning of the first day of school, their dad having braided June’s hair for her because their mom was in DC and couldn’t be there.
He recognizes the same expression on her face now: carefully tucked-away disappointment.
“I’m sorry,” he tries again. “I honestly feel like complete and total shit. Please don’t be mad at me.”
June keeps chewing, looking steadfastly at Leslie Knope chirping away.
“We can do lunch tomorrow,” Alex says desperately. “I’ll pay.”
“I don’t care about a stupid meal, Alex.”
Alex sighs. “Then what do you want me to do?”
“I want you not to be Mom,” June says, finally looking up at him. She closes her food container and gets up off her bed, pacing across the room.
“Okay,” Alex says, raising both hands, “is that what’s happening right now?”
“I—” She takes a deep breath. “No. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, you obviously meant it,” Alex says. He drops his messenger bag and steps into the room. “Why don’t you say whatever it is you need to say?”
She turns to face him, arms folded, her spine braced against her dresser. “You really don’t see it? You never sleep, you’re always throwing yourself into something, you’re willing to let Mom use you for whatever she wants, the tabloids are always after you—”
“June, I’ve always been this way,” he interrupts gently. “I’m gonna be a politician. You always knew that. I’m starting as soon as I graduate… in a month. This is how my life is gonna be, okay? I’m choosing it.”
“Well, maybe it’s the wrong choice,” June says, biting her lip.
He rocks back on his heels. “Where the hell is this coming from?”
“Alex,” she says, “come on.”
He doesn’t know what the hell she’s getting at. “You’ve always backed me up until now.”
She flings one arm out emphatically enough to upset an entire potted cactus on her dresser and says, “Because until now you weren’tfucking the Prince of England!”
That effectively snaps Alex’s mouth shut. He crosses to the sitting area in front of the fireplace, sinking down into an armchair. June watches him, cheeks bright scarlet.
“Nora told you.”
“What?” she says. “No. She wouldn’t do that. Although it kinda sucks you told her and not me.” She folds her arms again. “I’m sorry, I was trying to wait for you to tell me yourself, but, Jesus, Alex. How many times was I supposed to believe you were volunteering to take those international appearances we always found excuses to get out of? And, like, did you forget I’ve lived across the hall from you for almost my entire life?”
Alex looks down at his shoes, June’s perfectly curated midcentury rug. “So you’re mad at me because of Henry?”
June makes a strangled noise, and when he looks back up, she’s digging through the top drawer of her dresser. “Oh my God, how are you so smart and so dumb at the same time?” she says, pulling a magazine out from underneath her underwear. He’s about to tell her he’s not in the mood to look at her tabloids when she throws it at him.
An ancient issue ofJ14,opened to a center page. The photograph of Henry, age thirteen.
