Chapter 14 #3
Her siblings’ helplessness was astounding to me, even after months of overhearing their ridiculous phone calls.
Lydia was the eldest of four, though she acted more like a mother to her brother and sisters in the absence of their parents, who spent much of their time working.
At least twice a week, one of them would call asking for advice, usually pertaining to something ridiculous like where the fabric softener went or how to boil spaghetti.
Her capacity for remaining patient with them was remarkable.
“Isn’t he, like, nineteen?” Caroline asked.
“Twenty.”
“Sometimes, being an only child has its perks,” Caroline muttered as she sifted through a pile of her philosophy notes.
“What does your dad think about it?” Lydia asked me, jumping back to our conversation.
“He’s pretending that things are fine, as usual,” I admitted. “I never made a fuss growing up. He’s entirely out of his depths when it comes to dealing with a rebellious teenager.”
“You saved that energy for adulthood, and thank the Lord for that because I was sick of practicing in McKinley,” Caroline said. “I guess, for that, I’d be willing to give your spooky movie a try.”
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Sambam
How’s celibacy treating you?
I lost the charger for my BOB, so not well.
You can’t refer to your vibrator as a battery-operated boyfriend if it’s electric.
Is EOB any better?
Why are we even talking about vibrators when you have access to the real deal? And it’s gorgeous.
Just fuck him already!!!
It’s not that simple.
It really is. I can explain the mechanics if you’re that rusty.
I sent her a row of middle finger emojis.
Sambam
What’s the worst that can happen?
Not considering pregnancy . . .
It will all blow up in my face, I just know it.
Don’t even think about making that joke, Sam. I swear, sometimes you think like a teenage boy.
You thought about it too.
Give me three good reasons why you shouldn’t have sex with him.
I have class! Talk later.
Sam just sent me an eye-rolling emoji in response.