I don’t think less of my sister because of her job. “Of course, you don’t.” She gives me a bored look. I like my job, and I don’t to work where you work.” I open my mouth but shut it again, turning around to slip the burgers into the oven for a few minutes. “That’s not what I meant,” she quickly retorts. I have a summer class on Thursdays, so I need some space to work. I appreciate the offer, but I can’t be on the couch in everyone’s way and be able to study with a four-year-old trying to be a kid in his own house.” “It’s not Dad and Corinne’s, so there’s that,” I argue back. “It’s a nice house, a safe neighborhood, and yes, you can save up a little money. “Just listen to me for a second.” Her tone turns firm. If high school boyfriends and working in a bar haven’t taught me that by now…īut she speaks up again, moving into my space and stopping me. “Men, no matter the age, are all the same. “You sure all he wants is a little cleaning and cooking?” she presses. I finish up the burgers, while she turns around, gripping the counter at her sides and stares at me. I care a lot about Cole, though, and I’d rather be with him than at my dad’s. Everyone should be so lucky.Īlthough it still feels wrong being here. You were always meant to live in a house like this.”
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