And she’d said, “Conrad is sensitive. He has a lot of pride. Let him have that.”
The way she said that, I could tell that she really got him. Understood him in a way that I didn’t. I was jealous of that, of both of them.
“What was I like?” I’d asked.
“You? You were my baby.”
“But what was Ilike?” I persisted.
“You used to chase after the boys. It was so cute the way you’d follow them around, trying to impress them.” My mother laughed. “They used to get you to dance around and do tricks.”
“Like a puppy?” I frowned at the thought.
She’d waved me off. “Oh, you were fine. You just liked to be included.”
chapterthirty-sevenJEREMIAH
The day Laurel came, the house was a wreck and I was in my boxers ironing my white button-down. I was already late for senior banquet and I was in a foul mood. My mom had barely said two words all day and even Nona couldn’t get her to talk.
I was supposed to pick up Mara, and she hated it when I was late. She’d get all pissy and she’d sit and sulk for about as long as I’d made her wait.
I had put down the iron for a second so I could turn the shirt over and I ended up burning the back of my arm. “Shit!” I yelled. It really freaking hurt.
That was when Laurel showed up. She walked through the front door and saw me standing in the living room in my boxers, holding the back of my arm.
“Run some cold water over it,” she told me. I ran tothe kitchen and held my arm under the faucet for a few minutes, and when I came back, she had finished the shirt and gotten started on my khakis.
“Do you wear yours with a crease down the front?” she asked me.
“Uh, sure,” I said. “What are you doing here, Laurel? It’s a Tuesday.” Laurel usually came on weekends and stayed in the guest room.
“I just came to check on things,” she said, running the iron down the front of the pants. “I had a free afternoon.”
“My mom’s asleep already,” I told her. “With the new medicine she’s taking, she sleeps all the time.”
“That’s good,” Laurel said. “And what about you? Why are you getting all dressed up?”
I sat down on the couch and put my socks on. “I’ve got senior banquet tonight,” I told her.
Laurel handed me my shirt and pants. “What time does it start?”
I glanced at the grandfather clock in the foyer. “Ten minutes ago,” I said, stepping into my pants.
“You’d better get going.”
“Thanks for ironing my clothes,” I said.
I was grabbing my keys when I heard my mom call my name from her bedroom. I turned toward her doorway, and Laurel said, “Just go to your banquet, Jere. I’ve got it covered.”
I hesitated. “Are you sure?”
“A thousand percent. Beat it.”
I sped all the way to Mara’s house. She came out as soon as I pulled into her driveway. She was wearing that red dress I liked and she looked nice, and I was about to tell her so, but then she said, “You’re late.”
I shut my mouth. Mara didn’t speak to me for the rest of the night, not even when we won Cutest Couple. She didn’t feel like going to Patan’s party afterward and neither did I. The whole time we were out, I was thinking about my mom and feeling guilty for being gone so long.
When we got to Mara’s house, she didn’t get out right away, which was her signal that she wanted to talk. I shut off the engine.
