Chapter 37

I stuck out my tongue at him.

“Don’t teach him to do that,” Vincent scolded me, before he glared down at his son. “And you, stop knocking your legs around like that. It’s impolite.”

“Oh, Vince,” my mother intervened for the thousandth time this evening, “he’s only five.”

“Joyce, don’t meddle,” my father ordered. Again

I got out of my chair. “Excuse me.”

“Where are you going?” Mom looked positively shockedthat I should leave the table.

I didn’t answer and left the dining room. I heard Vincent say, “He’s gonna go text his new boyfriend in the bathroom.”

I paused in the hall, pricking up an ear.

“What boyfriend? Since when does he have a boyfriend?” Mom’s voice kept getting higher and higher as the night progressed. She always got so anxious whenever Justin was in her house.

“The guy he keeps talking about, the singer. Jesus, Mom, it’s all he ever talks about. Lei this and Lei that.”

Well, at least I liked to talk about someone else other than myself.