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It’s like he doesn’t understand English.
“I don’t need more time to think—”
Placing his finger over my lips, he closes the space between us.
“We’ll talk tomorrow, Bible Thumper.”
I nod.
Not because I’m agreeing with him. I just want him to leave so I can take the Adderall and write my essay.
He looks like he wants to say something else, but I nip it in the bud.
“What’s that, Mama?” I call over my shoulder. “You need help with the dishes?”
He playfully tugs on my ponytail. “Brat.”
With that, he walks out the door.