href="#fb3_img_img_fd7fc60b-4070-5550-aade-a69bb1e76048.jpg" alt="missing image"/>etey has an endless fascination with anime, which isn’t great for me. I’m told the appeal is mostly visual and all I get is hearing bad actors reading badly translated dialog of badly written Japanese scripts. But it’s Sunday morning so I’m wearing my hachimaki while he wears his karate gi and the new purple belt he earned yesterday.
Someone walks into the living room and flops down hard on the leather easy chair. It’s Sheila; she’s the only one who would throw herself down nearby without saying anything. Now she’s texting. I sit with my head back on the sofa, not really listening to the show. I’m not even sure what it is anymore but it doesn’t matter because I can tell by the sudden crazy electric guitar and synth explosion that it’s the closing credits.
Aunt Celia calls from the entryway, “You girls ready?”
“Going somewhere?” Petey asks, sounding hopeful.
Even Sheila can tell he’s angling to come along and she says in her bored voice, “The mall. Shopping. Clothes. You’d hate it. Then we’d all hate it.”
“You’re coming anyway,” Aunt Celia says. “Dad took his car in for an oil change.”
Petey groans.
“It’ll be fun,” I say. “I need new running shoes. You can help me get them.”
“But I don’t want to stand around for hours while Sheila tries on a million pants.”
“Nobody does, sweetie,” Aunt Celia says, walking into the room. “That’s why we’re dropping her off. We’ll come home after we buy Parker shoes.”
“Shotgun!” Petey shouts as we leave the house.
“Uh-uh, in the back,” Aunt Celia says. Dictators don’t follow rules they don’t like. “I’m up front with Sheila.”
“But if—” Petey says.
“It’s a provisional license,” Sheila says. “I can’t drive with anyone in the car unless Mom’s there sitting next to me. Get used to it.”
In the back with Petey, I hold out my hand and whisper, “One, two, three, four …”
He grabs my hand in the proper grip and whispers back, “I declare a thumb war.”
*
In the Ridgeway Mall parking lot, we meander around. I can’t tell if it’s crowded or she’s just trying to save walking five extra feet.
Aunt Celia says, “I thought you were meeting your friend at the food court? That’s way at the other end.”
“Yep,” she says. I have no idea who this new friend is.
Sheila parks and almost before the engine is completely off, she’s gone.
“Can I go to the video game store?” Petey asks.
“We’re not buying any video games today.”
“Just to look?”
Petey likes helping me but shopping is apparently a step too far, even for him.
“We need to help Parker get shoes, then we’re going straight home.”
“I don’t need help, actually,” I say. Not to stir up trouble; it’s just true. “We’re coming up on the door where the pet shop is, right? Once we’re inside, I’ll meet you back here in half an hour.”
“Great!” Petey says.
“No, no. Of course we’ll help you, Parker.”
“Thanks, but there’s really nothing for you guys to do. I know where I’m going and what I’m buying, and I have my credit card. I’ll text you if anything changes. If I get back to the pet shop before you guys, I’ll play with the puppies till you show up.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
That’s where it tips. I confess that suggesting the pet shop was a dig—the only thing more exhausting than Petey trying to get a video game is Petey trying to get a puppy—but the rest was an honest attempt to give her a chance. She blew it.
“I can’t buy shoes on my own for half an hour but Sheila can wander around all day?”
“It’s not the same, Parker,” she says in her world-weary voice.
“It’s exactly the same.”
“I’m sorry, but it isn’t. You don’t want to talk about it—”
“No, I absolutely want to talk about it. Why, exactly, do you need to be with me?”
“Well, it’s just easier when we—”
“I don’t need easier.”
“How are you going to pick what you want?”
“I already know what I want. I tell them, they get it, I give them my credit card, it’s done.”
“What if they overcharge you? Shouldn’t you pay in cash?”
“No. They scan the box and it goes straight to the credit card. If you pay cash, the register can say sixty bucks but the guy tells you a hundred; then he puts the extra forty in his pocket and you’re screwed with no proof of anything. With the credit card I check online when I get home and see if it cost what the guy said, then I only pay if it’s right.”
Silence.
Aunt Celia’s only been living with me three months and there are lots of things we haven’t run into yet. I didn’t figure today was the day to have a showdown over shopping alone, but I also didn’t figure on Petey pushing for the video game store, which he has every right to do.
“I only want to help,” she says.
She sounds like she means it. Like I’m hurting her feelings. But if someone’s feelings get hurt when they insist on giving me something I don’t want, I don’t see how that’s my fault. It doesn’t get us anywhere, though.
“Tell you what. Follow me if you want and you’ll see I’m fine. It won’t be any fun for Petey but it wasn’t going to be anyway.”
“You want us to follow you?” she asks. “Like ten steps back?”
“No, but I can’t stop you either. Do what you want. Just don’t interfere unless I’m doing something life-threatening. Either way, I’ll meet you back here in a half hour or I’ll text you.”
Sigh. “Fine.”
I cane my way over to the wall. In all the arguing I almost lost track of where it should be, but the sound of puppies to my left orients me. I know there are no benches or other protrusions along this wing of the mall so I cane along it easily, tapping hard enough for people who aren’t looking to hear me coming.
There
