settings.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s my house.”
She started crying.
“Where are we supposed to go?”
I looked at the clock.
“You’ll have to figure that out.”
I thought that was the end.
It wasn’t.
Because twenty minutes later, Mom called again.
This time she wasn’t angry.
She was crying.
“You could have told us.”
“I tried.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Mom, you told me not to come.”
“I was trying to keep peace.”
“You kept peace by excluding me.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“You did.”
Silence.
Then she said something I had
