I caught up with my mom in the cereal aisle. She was meticulously scanning her coupons and matching them with boxes on the shelves.
I slid up next to her. She didn't turn to look at me, but she did say, "He was nice." Her voice was leading and begged me to agree.
I didn't. "Was he?" My mom wasn't stupid. She had to have realized how rude he was.
"I think he's very sweet." She didn't.
I didn't say anything. I knew she would scold me for disagreeing, even if it was the truth.
"We should invite their family for dinner."
"I don't think that's a good idea," I said without really having a reason to back it up.
"I think it'd be nice. They're new to the neighborhood. They don't know anybody. It'd be a nice welcome for them."
"Can't you just take them cookies?" I countered, my voice slightly pleading.
"Now Aubree, that's not very neighborly.
"It was neighborly enough for the McCallisters," I mumbled.
Either she didn't hear me, or she pretended not to. She just scanned the pile of coupons in her hands thumbing through them methodically.
"Do you see this brand?" she asked, extending one of the small snips of newspaper out toward me.
I glanced at the coupon, but didn't really read it.
"Are we almost done?" I asked with an edge of impatience.
"You know we still have Smith's and then Costco."
I sighed.
"In a hurry to get somewhere?" she asked with an undertone of suspicion.
I actually was in a hurry to meet up with Quinn, but I wasn't about to say that. The small lecture I received this morning was nothing compared to what I knew she could deliver.
Instead I pushed the coupon back toward her and pointed to the shelf. "It's that one."
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One Way
Teen FictionIt was the last summer. The last summer Aubree would probably ever see Quinn. It was the last summer they would spend on the bridge, throwing their secrets over the railing and pretending nothing could hurt them. It was the last summer that they w...