“He must be really cute if all you’ve done is go out this last week.”
“What are you talking about?” I feigned a scandalized tone, but she was too astute. And my embarrassment didn’t get past her.
“I’ll take you to Amelia’s.”
“Mom, no. I want to take a ride. It’s such a beautiful day.”
I pulled back the curtain to look at the sky, but the sound of thunder made me jump.
What a shitty day. It never rained here. Why did it have to start now?
“All right, I’m out.”
“June, wait a minute. I wanna talk to you.”
“Yeah, I already told you, I’m coming to the stupid dinner.”
“I’m glad. I wanted to tell you something else, and I don’t think you’ll like it.” I stopped against the doorjamb.
She put the iPad on the table and put her glasses back on.
“They offered me a permanent job.”
“But you already have a job.”
“Come on, June, I’m serious.”
Oh, so she was admitting that painting wasn’t a real job?
“Do we need money?” I asked worriedly.
“I could’ve made a few errors.”
I grumbled, crossing my arms across my chest. It was always the same story. I wanted to voice my resentment out loud, but when I saw her rubbing her forehead and looking deep in thought, I started to worry.
“Are you saying that we’re already leaving?”
It was a record. We didn’t even last a month this time.
“No, what are you talking about? There’s a job opportunity here.”
“That’s great news. Why wouldn’t that make me happy?”
“Well, you know I taught in the past . . .”
Oh no. No, no.
I covered my ears with my hands to not hear what she was saying.
“Not at my school, Mom!”
“Jordan told me they’re looking for an art teacher for extracurricular activities.”
Jordan? The guy who’d invited her to dinner had found her a job too? Seriously? I turned away from her.
“And, June.”
“Yeah,” I snapped, exasperated.
