Chapter 33

“So have you talked it over with John?”

I shook my head, then realized we weren’t skyping.

“Not yet.”

Again she gave an annoyed grunt, which irked me even more.

“Well, don’t you think it’s about time you man up?”

Sometimes, even if she was the perfect mother with the perfect son, I hated her.

“Yes, Mother.”

* * * *

John was hiding out from the very few reporters who were still chasing after him. I joined the group of people trying to pin him down. Now he was leaving meals for me again. I heated them in the microwave after I got home from the nursery. We still slept in the same bed, but that was all we did in it. He came in after I fell asleep, and I left for the nursery before he woke. Two ships in the night had a greater chance of colliding, it seemed, than we did.

I’d had a long talk with Beth and Kate, and they’d approved my life plan. In fact, they were ecstatic about it.