Too bad, I thought as I weaved my way out of the cafeteria to the patio outside. I could have used the company. I dropped my tray onto one of the patio’s concrete picnic tables. I used to have a spot inside, freshman year. But as my friends got kicked out of Twain one at a time, it got harder to ...
But with Mama, shame sometimes looks an awful lot like self-pity, and I’m tired of seeing it. I wave her off when she tries to explain. She already made her excuses, and I haven’t decided yet if I believe her. If she’s lying, I can’t bear it, and if she’s telling the truth, then my temper tantrum...
Parker flung his arms in the air and waved them in a snakelike motion that rippled down his body. It was the same victory dance I’d seen him do for a spare, a split, a single pin, and even a gutter ball. I guess he was just celebrating the bowling ball reaching the other end of the lane. I joined...