sowing our wild oats.”
“Whom I sow my oats with is none of your
business.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just that I think it’s a shame that I am
the only one who gets to enjoy you running around in
your tank top and sexy granny panties.”
“I think you’re the one who needs to get laid.”
I took my laundry bag and swung it over my shoulder.
If I had to go home, the least my mother could do
was wash my clothes. I took one last look around the
room to find Lena had already moved on. She was
bopping around our small room listening to her iPod
like I had left already. I did wish she was coming with
me. I really wanted a buffer between me and my
parents. Lena might not be the best choice, though.
Her favorite thing to do was tease my mother and
when that got boring, she would start on my dad.
Some things you had to face on your own. Looking
back one last time, I shut the door and walked very
slowly down to my ride.
Dad was waiting impatiently when I got downstairs.
He glared at me as he stuffed my bags in the trunk.
“Your mother is going to think something happened
to us.” I rolled my eyes. Mom would think something
happened to us no matter what time we arrived. She
was a worrywart.
The ride home was an hour and we filled it mostly
with awkward silence. My father and I had two genres
of conversation: small talk and full-blown arguments.
The small talk got us through the first set of lights
after my dorm, so that left quiet or very loud. I
watched the city give way to the suburbs and then to
the country. My parents moved outside the city when
I graduated high school. They wanted to start growing
their own vegetables. They had become a cliché;
college professors who were in the field of liberal arts
and were all hippy dippy. I had never officially lived a
day under the new roof. I visited when I had to, but
being pent up with my parents in the middle of
nowhere was my own personal hell.
Mom had never been t