章節 3: Chapter 3

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My mother, the infamous Evelyn Parsons, was on the phone when I walked into the house. She looked great dressed in a plumb-colored track suit and a white T-shirt. I was pretty sure she had a track suit in every color under the rainbow. Her dark brown hair, the same shade as my own, had been recently cut and styled and her nails were polished in a color that matched her track suit.

She looked at me and told whomever she was speaking to that I “just walked in.” Then she told the other person that she’d talk to him or her later.

“Who was that?” I asked. Her failure to respond answered the question for me. “That was Chris, wasn’t it? I don’t like you two talking about me behind my back.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “No one’s talking about you behind your back. Christopher just called to see if you’d made it here yet.”

My mother had insisted on calling Chris by his full name, and when I’d asked why, she’d told me, “He looks like a Christopher, not a Chris.” Whatever.