Page 58 of Fool for You
I tapped my screen.
Dad
Answer your mother, please. She just wants to know if your schedules overlap.
I typed out a quick one-thumb message.
Me
I’m packing. Tell her I’ll call her from the road
I wouldn’t…but maybe it would hold her over until then.
Dad
Come on, Pumpkin, one quick call.
Me
I will when I’m done packing. Promise.
Dad
We both know you won’t.
Then, another name dropped down on my phone.
Mom
You’ll text your father, but won’t answer my calls. Quinn Compton…
I gave in before I finished the sentence and tapped her name, the ringing through the speaker causing that same knot to appear in my stomach.
“About time, Quinn,” Mom answered.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Where are you this weekend?”
“Northern Idaho.”
“Kelly and I will be in Colorado, Chelsea and Jada, too.”
I racked my brain to think about who those girls were. I knew Kelly—Mom never stopped talking about her—but Chelsea and Jada? Second and third attendant, maybe? I blinked and pushed the useless information from my head.
“That’s great, Mom. I’m sure Kelly is thrilled.”
“What the hell happened in here?” Wyatt’s voice came booming up the stairs, and even though my mother was already talking in my ear, a small smile spread across my face. A fewnights ago, I had stopped locking my door, knowing he would just come in,wantinghim to come in.
“I gotta go, Mom. Wyatt just got here—”
“Oh!” Her tone automatically changed. “Wyatt Hartwell. You are seeing him, then?”
“No, Mom. I’m not. He’s just a friend.”
“Quinn!” Wyatt called. “Boots have taken over your living room, did you know this?”
I laughed. “Mom, I have to go. Have a good time in Colorado.”
