“Mom! Talk to me.”
“Keep your voice down, honey.”
“It’s a car. There are two of us in it. Nobody cares if I can be overheard.” And Natalya had gotten into her mother’s car rather than going to find Cal because…she was a coward. Or maybe because she just wasn’t ready to talk to him yet.
Sleep with him? Yes.
Relate to him? No.
Real nice, Lamont.
“What is it with you and Cal Sr.?”
“What is it with you and Cal Jr.?”
Natalya collapsed back in her seat. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“There you go,” her mother shrugged.
Natalya scrubbed at her face and did her best not to scream. After a series of deep breaths she didn’t feel any better.
“It’s your fault actually.”
“My fault?” Natalya turned to look at her.
Uncharacteristically, her mother had both hands on the wheel and was stari
