Back home.
I walk in and Mom asks, “How was it?”
“Okay” I say. I don’t feel like talking.
“Tell me all about it.” Mom says.
Joey interrupts, “Mom, we’re watching this.”
I glance at the TV and, for once, I kind of appreciate of Joey’s selfishness. I say to Mom, “I’ll tell you in the morning. I’m really tired.”
Already staring back at the TV, Mom says, “Okay Sweetie, but every detail, first thing, okay?”
“Sure,” I say, hurrying up the stairs and already knowing that there are some details that I won’t be mentioning.
In my room, I pull off my tie and throw it, hard across my bed and into the corner. I tear off of my dress shirt and toss is onto the floor, too.
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