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Stop telling my business, Patience

Mama:

It was sweet

Daddy:

Dad:

True, you need some money?

Me:

No, I’m okay.

Daddy:

How’s your car holding up?

Me:

Good. I haven’t driven it in a couple weeks but I crank it every morning like you told me.

Well,afternoon. I was never awake in the morning and it was too cold to be starting a car at that time anyway.

Dad:

Good, keep doing that

Daddy:

When you finish your book, we can get you a new car to celebrate. Whatever you want, princess

Me:

I don’t need a new car, daddy

Daddy:

We’ll see

Mama:

Wait, I thought you said you went into town today. How’d you get there? I know your grandma didn’t get that truck up the mountain.

A snort of laughter left me. I wholeheartedly believed I’d inherited my allegiance to my old car from that woman.

Me:

It wasn’t grandma. It was my neighbor, Noah.

Mama:

Ah, yes. The pretty boy next door.

My jaw fell.

Me: