But no way I was ever talking to any of my family, ever. She seemed pretty sharp, Aunt Mill, like a lean, mean math teacher. And she could tell that’s what I wanted to say. Knock yourself out, lady, I wanted to say. “Okay, well, I’ll just give a quick call so your mom won’t worry.” “Are you sure? I have unlimited international minutes on my cell phone.”Īunt Mill cocked her head. Right after we got to the apartment and I’d heaved my suitcase onto the bed, Aunt Mill stuck her head in the door and said, “Do you want to call and tell them you’ve arrived?” It’s the most amazing thing having your own room, your own desk, your own desk lamp you can turn on in the middle of the night without anybody biting your head off and nobody texting all night with their toad boyfriend, messages swooshing away at all hours or flinging your underwear at you just cause you forgot to pick it up. I’d always been thrown in with my older sister, Clymene.
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