couch. Last night, in a split second of courage, she’d called her parents intending to tell them she planned to take the fire department exam. Unfortunately, her courage deserted her now when her mother decided to return the call. “News?” She stalled.
“You left us a message saying you had news. What’s going on?”
Last night she had hoped her father would answer the phone. He’d be much easier to deal with about this than her mother. Of course, the way Mindi was acting, she should be glad both her parents were in Florida. “Well…” Jessica opened her mouth to say she had started training to take the fire department exam, but that’s not what came out. “I met someone.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Really,” Jessica said through her teeth. So far, she told herself, it wasn’t a lie. She had met someone. Two someones so far. She couldn’t help how her mother took the news. Right?
“Tell me about him. What’s his name? How old is he? What does he do?”
“His name is Kevin Marshall. He’s a firefighter.”
“Oh honey, you always did like firemen.”
“I want to be a firefighter, Mom.” Jessica started picking her fingernails. Her mother had never gotten over the idea that her little girl wasn’t very little or very girlie.
“But honey, it’s so dangerous, and it’s very hard work.”
Jessica remembered now why she’d dropped out of pre-med. Her mother repeating over and over again “it’s such hard work.” She pictured her mother the way she always had, a tiny woman wearing a pastel blouse with a lacy collar, matching slacks, and a permanently perplexed expression on her face. “But Mom, I want to be a paramedic, and you can’t do that without being a firefighter.”
“Honey, I thought you called to tell me about your new boyfriend.”
Jessica gritted her teeth. This is where it curved into lie territory. “Is Dad there?”
“No, he stepped out. I’ll tell him you said hello.”
Jessica kept her groan away from the phone. Her father would have at least listened. He’d been more than willing to put her through med school. He’d encouraged her to go to Ireland. He didn’t think anything was too difficult.
“Did you get your birthday card?”
“Yes, Mom. Thank you.”
“When are you going to come visit? You’re probably going to be busy with your new boyfriend this summer.”
“Probably.” By not correcting her mother she’d managed to lie without opening her mouth.
“You must really like him. How old did you say he was?”
“He’s kind of old. He’s thirty-seven.”
“Baby, that isn’t old. Your father is twelve years older than I am.”
Jessica looked at the family picture hanging on the wall over the television. It had been taken three years ago before her parents moved to Florida when Dad retired. Mom in a pastel pink lace-collared blouse. Herself wearing a burgundy blouse. Dad standing behind them in a black suit with a blue- and red-striped tie. Her dad had been thirty-five when she was born, but her mother had been twenty-three. Twelve years difference.
Kevin wasn’t that much older than her.
“Hello? Jessica?”
“What?”
“You were daydreaming.”
“Just distracted for a minute. How’s Aunt Rose?” Jessica launched her mother on a topic that should keep her occupied for the rest of the conversation. She didn’t want to have to make up more lies about Kevin. At this point, she could dig herself out with very little suffering, but the longer her mother went on, the worse it got.
Eventually she’d have to tell her parents what she was doing. She couldn’t just pop up one day with a badge, but she might as well find out if she could do it first. No reason to panic her mother before she knew if she could handle the training. She was going to be spending most of her summer with Kevin. Flipping open one of the study guides, she listening to her mother babble about her friends at the retirement village. Her mother could believe the white lie
“You left us a message saying you had news. What’s going on?”
Last night she had hoped her father would answer the phone. He’d be much easier to deal with about this than her mother. Of course, the way Mindi was acting, she should be glad both her parents were in Florida. “Well…” Jessica opened her mouth to say she had started training to take the fire department exam, but that’s not what came out. “I met someone.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Really,” Jessica said through her teeth. So far, she told herself, it wasn’t a lie. She had met someone. Two someones so far. She couldn’t help how her mother took the news. Right?
“Tell me about him. What’s his name? How old is he? What does he do?”
“His name is Kevin Marshall. He’s a firefighter.”
“Oh honey, you always did like firemen.”
“I want to be a firefighter, Mom.” Jessica started picking her fingernails. Her mother had never gotten over the idea that her little girl wasn’t very little or very girlie.
“But honey, it’s so dangerous, and it’s very hard work.”
Jessica remembered now why she’d dropped out of pre-med. Her mother repeating over and over again “it’s such hard work.” She pictured her mother the way she always had, a tiny woman wearing a pastel blouse with a lacy collar, matching slacks, and a permanently perplexed expression on her face. “But Mom, I want to be a paramedic, and you can’t do that without being a firefighter.”
“Honey, I thought you called to tell me about your new boyfriend.”
Jessica gritted her teeth. This is where it curved into lie territory. “Is Dad there?”
“No, he stepped out. I’ll tell him you said hello.”
Jessica kept her groan away from the phone. Her father would have at least listened. He’d been more than willing to put her through med school. He’d encouraged her to go to Ireland. He didn’t think anything was too difficult.
“Did you get your birthday card?”
“Yes, Mom. Thank you.”
“When are you going to come visit? You’re probably going to be busy with your new boyfriend this summer.”
“Probably.” By not correcting her mother she’d managed to lie without opening her mouth.
“You must really like him. How old did you say he was?”
“He’s kind of old. He’s thirty-seven.”
“Baby, that isn’t old. Your father is twelve years older than I am.”
Jessica looked at the family picture hanging on the wall over the television. It had been taken three years ago before her parents moved to Florida when Dad retired. Mom in a pastel pink lace-collared blouse. Herself wearing a burgundy blouse. Dad standing behind them in a black suit with a blue- and red-striped tie. Her dad had been thirty-five when she was born, but her mother had been twenty-three. Twelve years difference.
Kevin wasn’t that much older than her.
“Hello? Jessica?”
“What?”
“You were daydreaming.”
“Just distracted for a minute. How’s Aunt Rose?” Jessica launched her mother on a topic that should keep her occupied for the rest of the conversation. She didn’t want to have to make up more lies about Kevin. At this point, she could dig herself out with very little suffering, but the longer her mother went on, the worse it got.
Eventually she’d have to tell her parents what she was doing. She couldn’t just pop up one day with a badge, but she might as well find out if she could do it first. No reason to panic her mother before she knew if she could handle the training. She was going to be spending most of her summer with Kevin. Flipping open one of the study guides, she listening to her mother babble about her friends at the retirement village. Her mother could believe the white lie
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