12. Don’t say morning’s come // don’t say it’s up to me (Tori Amos – ‘Sugar’)
“What’s going on between you and Riley?”
With one question Beth was reminded just why bring her mother along to the real estate agent had been a bad idea. She loved her Mum, but she didn’t need a question like that. Not while she was so desperately trying not to just blurt out ‘Riley might be HIV positive, but I still want to jump him!’. She rubbed at her forehead as she looked away, and willed her agent to come back.
“Nothing, Mum. We’re back together, I told you that.”
She could feel Alice bore a hole in the back of her head as her mother tried to analyse her every move and the tone of her voice, and probably the way her hair was done. “You’ve nay said a thing about what’s been going on in Princeton besides all the tragedy Lachlan and his lass are going through. It’s all very sad, but you’re our daughter. We care about what you’re
going through. Are you eating okay? Do you have a place to live? Have you even got a job, yet?”
“Aye, I’m eating fine. I’m living with Riley, and I’ve had a few interviews. I’m waiting to hear.” Beth shifted in her seat and crossed her legs over. Had she really been avoiding talking about herself? It wasn’t like she wasn’t used to giving weekly reports to her parents about everything that was going on, so what had changed?( She’d felt guilty ever since she’d set foot in Princeton.Collapse )Beth Anderson
pullmysteth, drcampbell referenced with permission