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At least that was something his dad gave him. Corey started to treat him like a man when he was twelve.
But she’d pulled this crap just last month, when Marilyn and Robert were in town, and they wanted to see him.
Genny’s parents were the only grandparents he’d had, since his mom was so twisted, even her folks didn’t like being around her much. But it had been his mom’s time with him, and when he asked if he could go with his dad to Genny and Tom’s to spend a Saturday with Marilyn and Robert, she’d said no.
She knew he loved them and would want to see them when they were in town. She knew they loved him like he was their own grandchild.
So that had hurt.
A lot.
Which meant, last, he was so fed up with this crap, he couldn’t even.
“Mom, I asked Dad if I could go with him,” he shared.
She was banging around with utensils and pots, loudly, like she cooked. She didn’t do much but work, spend the massive wad of cash his father gave her every month, go out with her girlfriends and bitch about men, and watch TV. He’d started cooking when he was around ten, and the only reason he knew how was because Genny taught him.
“You should have asked me,” she returned. “I get you for spring break this year.”
“All right,” he retorted. “What are we gonna do then?”
She turned squinty eyes at him. “Are you talking back to me?”
“No,” he lied. “I asked you a question.” And that was the truth.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
She’d had him…he didn’t know how many spring breaks.
They never did dick.
“I wanna surf in Thailand, Mom.”
“Well, lucky for you, your father has more money than God, so you’ll get your chance. Just not this spring break.”
“If we don’t have anything planned—”
“Don’t talk back to me!” she shrieked.
Hale fell silent.
He always did when she got like this.
“Christ, I have to put up with his shitandyours?” she demanded.
Yours?
Yours?
Meaninghis?
That was it.
He’d had enough.
He stood. “During spring break, I’m gonna sit around here doing diddly squat, except when I take off myself to go to beaches I’ve been to a hundred times, to surf by myself, when all my friends are going to Mexico or Aspen orsomewherebecause their parents give a shit about them.”
“Don’t you cuss at me, Hale,” she snapped.
