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“My name’s Toby. Please call me Toby.”
“I named you Tobias, not Toby. That’s a name for a fucking dog.”
I barked a fake laugh. “Thanks.”
“I don’t know why you can’t tell me where you were. I’m your mom, you know.”
“Oh, I know.”
She stared at me, maybe noticing that I was dead on my feet. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m sorry I didn’t get your cigarettes.”
She waved a hand in front of her. “Forget it. I’ll get some today. Can you let me in? I need to talk to you about something, Tobias.”
I debated saying no but decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. I opened my door all the way. She came in and sat on the edge of my bed. She was actually dressed nice, in a pencil skirt and a blue blouse that had seen better days.
I stood there with my hand on the door, wondering how long she would annoy me before she left for work. I wanted to go back to bed. I was exhausted from my two shifts and my sex romp with Mr. Kenney.
“So,” she said, bracing her hands on her knees and stretching her arms, “where were you the night before last?”
Oh, come on!
“I was…out.You know…”
“With Esther?”
I shrugged. I didn’t want to lie, even though that would be the easiest thing to do.
“Tobias, I don’t think you should run around having casual sex with strangers.”
I blinked.How the fuck?
“I wasn’t running around. And I’m not a kid, for fuck’s sake.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. God, she was skinny. It seemed like every year she got skinnier. I knew it was the drugs and probably an eating disorder. Her hair was dyed brown from a box and looked fake.
“Well, you weren’t here. Where did you sleep?”
And I couldn’t fucking resist. It was just too tempting.
“At the Chateau Laurier, actually,” I said, with a smug look.
She stared at me and almost laughed, but then she noticed how serious I was.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not. Do you want to see my room key?”
“What the fuck were you doing there?”
“Having casual sex with a stranger.”A beautiful stranger, actually. And he wasn’t a stranger anymore. I had his phone number.Alastair Kenney, 343-895-4717.Yeah, I’d memorized it. Sue me.
Her lips thinned, and she scowled. “You know, you can be really rude sometimes. I thought I raised you better than that.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Now tell me where you were, or I’m going to have to give you a curfew.”
