EZRA
"How are things going?" I can read in the text message my father just sent me, and I immediately frown.
When Abby told me that her mother had invited me to her birthday dinner, at first I refused because it really seemed rushed to me, and I felt that I was going to fall right into an ambush in which they were going to ask me thousands of questions about me, and especially about my family, questions that I was not prepared to answer, and that I knew would inevitably lead to a rejection of her family towards me, once they discovered the poor family life that I have.
And I could have continued to deny Abby's constant pleas to come to her mother's dinner indefinitely, if it weren't for the unfortunate fact that she made some sort of mention about it while she was near the bag
