Page 50 of The Serpent King

“Okay.”

“If the tables were turned, that’s how I’d roll with you.”

“Okay.”

“I promise that not a teeny little thing I do regarding college is with the intention of hurting you. And I also promise that I have very good reasons for protecting your privacy by not talking about you on my blog. So promise me in return that you’ll start doing an amazing job of not taking out your issues on me for committing the sin of trying to make my life better.”

“Fine.”

“Say it.”

“I promise.”

Lydia’s face finally softened. “Look. I’m not happy we’re getting separated either. I get that what I’ll be doing might be more fun than what you’ll be doing. But I’ll miss you. I missed you this week.”

“That’s an understatement to say that what you’ll be doing might be more fun than what I’ll be doing. It will be more fun.”

She sat next to Dill on her bed. “Come on,” she gestured. “Hugs.”

Dill gave her a long hug. Her hair smelled like oranges and magnolia blossoms. He hadn’t realized how long his heart had ached with a low-frequency hum until the ache melted away at that moment. And then there was the thrill of hugging Lydia on her bed—which was its own thing. If only.

“So. Where’re you at in the process?” Dill asked.

She flopped back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. “My NYU early decision application is due in two weeks or so. That’s the biggie. I’m polishing my essay now.”

“Good luck,” Dill murmured.

She sat up. They regarded each other for a moment.

“It’s not too late,” she said.

It was Dill’s turn to flop backward onto the bed. He covered his face with one of Lydia’s pillows. “I can’t,” he said through the pillow. “I even talked with my mom about it.”

“And?”

“And how do you think? She went ‘Sure, Dill, go off to college and have fun and learn about evolution and pay tuition and go to class instead of working, and I’ll hold down the fort here and it’ll be cool.’ No. She crapped herself, obviously.”

“You knew she would. Why are you letting that weigh on your decision?”

“Um, because she’s my mom.”

“And the Bible says you’re supposed to respect her.”

Dill rolled his eyes. “Don’t. Come on.”

“You come on. Do you honestly believe that your mom’s not wanting you to go to college is in your best interest as opposed to hers?”

Dill sat up again. “I don’t know what I believe anymore. About anything. There’s definitely part of me that thinks that whatever’s in her best interest is in mine too.”

“How do you figure?”

“Because she’s my mom.”

“Fantastic answer. Hang on.” Lydia put an imaginary phone to her ear. “Hi, Debate Trophies ‘R’ Us? Yes, I’ll need one of your premium models.”

“You’re hilarious. Look, it’s just not happening.”

Lydia flung her hands up. “Whatever.”