she felt the need to share, but because he was drawing it out of her.
“I’m still angry.”
“For not noticing you got left behind?”
“That and other things. I had a learning disability. That’s why I didn’t do well in school. It wasn’t diagnosed until I was ten. Nothing that dramatic, just a slightly different wiring in my brain. With the right tools, I started doing better. Plus, it was the kind of thing I would eventually outgrow.”
She reached for another fry. “Once I could read and understand, I worked really hard to catch up with everyone else. I started doing well. I was transferred out of the remedial classes and into mainstream ones. I got As and Bs. My mom never noticed. I tried to tell her, but she never had time.”
Courtney rolled her eyes. “I know, I know. I’m still the baby.”
“Why would you say that? You went through something difficult. You feel how you feel. You’re not wrong.”
“Are you secretly a woman?”
He leaned his head back and laughed. “I work with artists. I’ve learned how to be sensitive. But thank you for affirming my masculinity.”
“Anytime.”
“How did you let your mother know you were angry?” he asked.
“What makes you think I did?”
“You wouldn’t have suffered in silence. Not your style.” He smiled. “I know because you’re not afraid of me. A lot of people are.”
“Maybe I hide my fear with humor.”
“You hide a lot of things with humor, but not fear.”
Yikes. This was not a topic she wanted to deal with. The how did you let your mother know you were angry? now seemed so much easier by comparison.
“I left high school when I was eighteen. Just walked out. There was nothing the state could do. She didn’t like that.”
“I remember. You had a promising career at Happy Burger and you threw it all away.”
“I had the chance to do more, so I did. Not everyone has that chance.”
“Point taken. What else?”
“I didn’t speak to her for a year. Or my sister Sienna.” She wrinkled her nose. “Not that Sienna and I have ever been close.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. Have you met her? She’s so perfect. I mean physically beautiful. Which I guess I don’t technically care about, but things come easily to her. She was good in school without really trying, and the guys were all over her. She’s been engaged twice and broke it off both times. No one’s ever wanted to marry me.”
“Have you wanted to marry anyone?”
“No, but that’s not the point. I want to be asked. I never was. Not to a school dance or anything.”
“You’ve had boyfriends.”
Not a question, but close enough that she felt compelled to answer. “I’ve had guys in my life. When I turned eighteen, I didn’t just leave high school, I left home. I was on my own. I got involved with some real jerks. They were a little older and I thought they were so cool.” She picked up the last fry. “I was wrong.”
“You figured it out.”
“After a while, yes.”
“Some people never do.”
“That’s sad. Anyway, I didn’t speak to my mom or Sienna. I stayed in touch with Rachel. She and I are close. Eventually, she talked me into meeting with Mom and we reconnected.” Sort of. They were a family, but they weren’t all that involved in each other’s lives. Or to be completely honest, she didn’t let anyone know what was happening with hers.
“Oh,” she said brightly, “I got a tattoo. The day I turned eighteen. It was supposed to be a symbol of my freedom.”
“Is it?”
“No. It was silly. And because I was so young, it’s on the small of my back.” She held up a hand. “Don’t judge.”
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