Chapter 8

I walked into the kitchen and went for the coffee. Mom and Dad were nowhere to be seen, so I hurried to fix a cup and escape to my room before running into either one. The second I put my creamer into the cup and turned to head to my room, I saw Mom. My face turned all shades of red, “Good morning.” She said with a smile; is she trying to pretend like nothing happened last night? I wondered.

“Sure, yeah, morning.” I said, holding my cup with both hands, “Um, I’ve got to get to work, so I’ll be in my room most of the day.” I told her; she nodded,

“Okay, I’m going out with your father tonight again.” She told me; it took everything I had not to cringe, “Is there anything you want me to make you for dinner?” I shook my head,

“I’ll just order something,” I told her; Mom smiled,

“Okay, Snowflake.” She said, “And, I hope nothing is weird between us after last night.” I put on a smile,

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying not to cringe, “What happened last night?” Mom hugged me,