She's blowing on her coffee. Sara's making an oatmeal mountain and I'm trying not to look as into this girl as I really am. Mom's cool and all, but yeah—talking about girls with your mom isn't my idea of a good time. "I guess." I shrug. "Are you seeing her today?" There's a smile on her lips and it becomes pretty clear to me, she's happy about the idea. "Mom..." "Kira's not yucky. She's nice." Sara takes a big bite of her food. I'd have to agree with her on that one. Kira is definitely not yucky. "She likes you, too, Twig." Mom leans back in her chair. "I'm going to miss this, talking with you guys. I can't believe you're a senior, Carter. That you'll be going to college soon. Moving on..." Her voice is low, distant, and I wonder if it's my fault. If I'm part of the reason she's getting worse. If it's because she's worried I'll be leaving her like Dad did. "Ma, I don't even know where I'm going yet.
