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Darlene stands with her hands on her hips. "Well, that was until he called and said all the pledges in the fraternity had to sleep at the frat house for some crazy initiation thing. As long as Tylers penis is intact when its all over, Im happy. "
At the mention of "penis," I search for my keys in my purse. When Darlene gets to talking about penises and sex, stand back because she never stops. And since Im not one to share my sexual experiences (or lack thereof), Im out of here. A perfect time to escape.
As I dangle my keys on my fingers, Sierra tells me shell get a ride from Doug, so Im alone during the drive home. I like being alone. Nobody to put on an act for. I can even blast the music if I want.
Enjoying the music is short-lived, though, when I feel my phone vibrate. I pull my cell out of my pocket. Two voice messages and one text message. All from Colin.
I call him on his cell. "Brit, where are you?" he asks.
"On my way home. "
"Come over to Dougs. "
"My sister has a new caretaker," I explain. "I have to help her out. "
"Are you still pissed because I threatened your gangbanger chemistry partner?"
"Im not pissed. Im annoyed. I told you I could handle it and you totally ignored me. And you caused a whole scene in the hallway. You know I didnt ask to be partners with him," I tell Colin.
"I know, Brit. I just hate that guy. Dont be mad. " "Im not," I say. "I just hate seeing you get all riled up for no reason. " "And I hated seeing that guy whispering in your ear. " I feel a headache coming on, full force. I dont need Colin to make a scene every time a guy so much as talks to me. Hes never done that before and it left me open for more scrutiny and gossip, something I never want to happen. "Lets just forget it ever happened. "
"Fine by me. Call me tonight," he says. "But if you can get out early and can come to Dougs, Ill be there. "
When I get home, Baghda is in Shelleys room on the first floor. Shes attempting to change her special leak-proof undergarments, but she has Shelley in the wrong position. Her head is usually where her feet are, one leg is dangling off the bed . . . its a disaster and Baghda is huffing and puffing as if its the most difficult task shes ever attempted. Did my mom check her credentials?
"Ill do it," I tell Baghda, pushing her aside and taking over. Ive changed my sisters underwear since we were kids. Its not fun changing the undergarments of a person who weighs more than you do, but if you do it right it doesnt take long and it doesnt become a big, drawn-out deal.
My sister smiles wide when she sees me. "Bwiee!" My sister cant enunciate words, but she uses verbal approximations. "Bwiee" means "Brittany," and I smile back while situating her better on her bed. "Hey, girlie girl. You hungry for dinner?" I ask as I pull wipes from the container and try not to think about the task Im doing.
As I slip new leak-proof underwear on her and slide her legs into a fresh pair of sweats, Baghda watches from the sidelines. I try explaining while doing the task, but one glance at Baghda and I can tell shes not listening.
"Your mother said I can leave when you got home," Baghda says.
"Thats fine," I say as I wash my hands, and before I know it Baghda has Houdinid on me.
I wheel Shelley into the kitchen. Our usually pristine kitchen is a disaster. Baghda hasnt cleaned up the dishes, which are now piled in the sink, and she didnt do such a hot job of wiping the floor after Shelleys earlier mess.
I prepare Shelleys dinner and wipe up the mess.
Shelley drawls out the word "school," which really sounds like "cool," but I know what she means.
"Yeah, it was my first day back," I tell her as I blend her food and set it on the table. I spoon soupy food into her mouth while I keep talking. "And my new chemistry teacher, Mrs. Peterson, should be a boot camp instructor. I scanned the syllabus. The woman cant go a week without scheduling a test or a quiz. This year isnt going to be easy. "
My sister looks at me, decoding what Ive told her. Her intense expression says shes giving me support and understanding without having to say the words. Because every word that comes out of her mouth is a struggle. Sometimes I want to say the words for her because I feel her frustration as if its my own.
"You didnt like Baghda?" I ask quietly.
My sister shakes her head. And she doesnt want to talk about it; I can tell by the way she tenses her mouth.
"Be patient with her," I tell her. "Its not easy coming into a new house and not knowing what to do. "
When Shelley finishes eating, I bring her magazines so she can scan them. My sister loves magazines. While shes busy flipping pages, I stick some cheese between two slices of bread for my own dinner then sit at the table to start my homework while I eat.
I hear the garage door open just as I pull out the notebook paper Mrs. Peterson gave me to write my "respect" paper.
"Brit, where are you?" my mom yells from the foyer.
"In the kitchen," I call out.
My mom saunters into the kitchen with a Neiman Marcus bag on her arm. "Here, this is for you. "
I reach in the bag and pull out a light blue Geren Ford designer top. "Thanks," I say, not making a big deal about it in front of Shelley, who didnt get anything from my mom. Not that my sister cares. Shes too focused on the best- and worst-dressed pictures of celebrities and all their shiny jewelry.
"Itll go with those dark denims I bought you last week," she says as she pulls out frozen steaks from the freezer and starts defrosting them in the microwave. "So . . . how was everything with Baghda when you got home?"
"Not the best," I tell her. "You really need to train her. " Im not surprised she doesnt respond.
My dad walks through the door a minute later, grumbling about work. He owns a computer chip manufacturing company and has prepped us that this is a lean year, but my mom still goes out and buys stuff and my dad still bought me a BMW for my birthday.
"Whats for dinner?" my dad asks as he loosens his tie. He looks tired and worn, as usual.
My mom glances at the microwave. "Steak. "
"Im not in the mood for heavy food," he says. "Just something light. "
My mom turns off the microwave in a huff. "Eggs? Spaghetti?" she says, listing suggestions to deaf ears.
My dad walks out of the kitchen. Even when hes physically here, his mind is still on the job. "Whatever. Just something light," he calls out.
Its times like these I feel sorry for my mom. She doesnt get much attention from my dad. Hes either working or on a business trip or just plain doesnt want to deal with us. "Ill make a salad," I tell her as I pull lettuce out of the fridge.
She seems thankful, if her small smile is any indication, for the help. We work side-by-side in silence. I set the table while my mom brings the salad, scrambled eggs, and toast to the table. She mumbles complaints about not being appreciated, but I figure she wants me to listen and not say anything. Shelley is still busy looking at her magazines, oblivious to the tension between my parents.
"Im going to China on Friday for two weeks," my dad announces as he comes back to the kitchen in sweatpants and a T-shirt. He plops himself down at his usual spot at the head of the table and spoons eggs onto his plate. "Our supplier there is shipping defective material and Ive got to find out what the deal is. "
"What about the DeMaio wedding? Its this weekend and we already RSVPd. "
My dad drops his fork and looks at my mom. "Yeah, Im sure the DeMaios kids wedding is more important than keeping my business afloat. "
"Bill, I didnt insinuate your business is less important," she says, dropping her own fork on her plate. Its a wonder our plates dont have permanent chips in them. "Its just rude to cancel these things at the last minute. "
"You can go by yourself. "
"And have rumors start because youre not accompanying me? No thank you. "
This is typical Ellis dinner conversation. My dad saying how hard work is, my mom trying to keep up the facade that were a happy-go-lucky family, and me and Shelley quiet on the sidelines.
"How was school?" my mom finally asks me.
"Okay," I say, omitting the fact that I got stuck with Alex as a partner. "I got a really tough teacher for chemistry. "
"You probably shouldnt have taken chemistry," my dad chimes in. "If you dont get an A, your GPAll go down. Northwestern is a tough school to get into, and they wont give you a break just because its my alma mater. "
"I got it, Dad," I say, totally depressed now. If Alex isnt serious about our project, how am I going to get an A on it?
"Shelley had a new caretaker start today," my mom informs him. "Remember?"
He shrugs because the last time a caretaker quit, he insisted Shelley should live in some facility instead of at home. I never remember screaming so much as I did then, because Im never letting them send Shelley to a place where theyll neglect my sister and not understand her. I need to keep an eye on her. Thats why its so important for me to get into Northwestern. If Im close to home, then I can live here and make sure my parents dont send her away.
At nine Megan calls to complain about Darlene. She thinks Dar-lene changed over the summer and now has a big ego because shes dating a college guy. At nine thirty Darlene calls to say she suspects Megan is jealous because shes dating a guy in college. At nine forty-five Sierra calls to tell me she talked to both Megan and Darlene tonight and she doesnt want to get in the middle of it. I agree, although I think we already are.
Its ten forty-five before I finally finish the respect paper for Mrs. Peterson and help my mom put Shelley to bed. Im so exhausted my head feels as if its about to fall off.
Sliding into bed after Ive changed into my pjs, I dial Colins number.
"Hey, babe," he says. "Whatre you up to?"
"Not much. Im in bed. Did you have fun at Dougs?"
"Not as much fun as I wouldve had if you were there. "
"When did you get back?"
"About an hour ago. Im so glad you called. "
I pull my big pink comforter up to my chin and sink my head into my fluffy down pillow. "Oh, really?" I say, fishing for a compliment and speaking with my flirty voice. "Why?"
He hasnt told me he loves me in a long time. I know hes not the most affectionate person in the world. My dad isnt, either. I need to hear it from Colin. I want to hear he loves me. I want to hear he missed me. I want to hear him say Im the girl of his dreams.
Colin clears his throat. "Weve never had phone sex. "
Okay, those so arent the words I expected. I shouldnt be disappointed or surprised. Hes a teenage guy and I know guys are focused on sex and fooling around. This afternoon I pushed away the feeling in the pit of my stomach when I read Alexs words about having hot sex. Little does he know Im a virgin.
Colin and I have never had sex, period. Phone sex or real sex. We got close in April last year at the beach behind Sierras house, but I chickened out. I wasnt ready.