“I’m breaking them up, making him go to school with me, and you know what the worst part is? They’ve stuck with me.”
Jude touched her daughter’s cheek, seeing the pain in Mia’s eyes. This daughter of hers was so sensitive. “Of course they have. They’ll always be there for you.”
“I need to be there for them, too. That’s the point.”
“You are.”
“I’m not going to USC, Mom. The three of us can go to community college and get an apartment.”
“Mia—”
“If you and Dad won’t pay for it, we’ll get jobs. It’s the right thing to do, Madre. You always said nothing mattered more than love and family. Did you mean it?”
“Mia, we’ve paid deposits, made commitments. It’s not this simple. You can’t just—”
The sound of footsteps in the hallway interrupted them. Zach came into the room. “There you are, Mia. It’s time to go.”
“Mom and I are talking,” Mia said.
Zach rolled his eyes. “Just tell her you’ll do what she wants. That’s the A answer for team Farraday.”
“That’s not fair, Zach,” Jude said. She felt unsettled, as if everything was unspooling around her, falling free, rolling away, and she couldn’t find anything to hold onto.
“Fair?” Zach said. “Is that what matters now? You used to say you wanted us to be happy, but that’s only true when we do what you want us to do.” He looked at Mia. “Let’s go. We have to pick up Lexi, and I don’t want to be late to the party.” On that, he turned his back on them and strode out of the room.
“Gotta go, Madre.” Mia gave Jude a last, sad smile, and followed her brother.
“Wait,” Jude called out, hurrying after her daughter, following her to the front door. Outside, she could see the Mustang, hear its engine roar to life.
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” Jude said to Mia. “This decision about USC is not made.”
“Yes, it is.” Mia gave her a bright smile. “Forgive me?”
“No. I do not forgive you,” Jude said. “And sweet talking won’t work this time. This isn’t over. You have to think about your futures.”
“I’m sorry, Mom, but it kinda is. Love you,” Mia gave Jude a kiss on the cheek and then ran out to the car.
“I want you home by one o’clock,” Jude said, following her daughter. It was too small, not really what she wanted to say at all, but it was all she had now. Tomorrow they would have a serious talk, all three of them. “At one-o-two, I’m calling the police or driving over.”
At the car, Mia hugged her mother fiercely. “We’ll be home,” she promised.
“And no drinking,” Jude said. She leaned down to see her son through the car window. “Zach, you’re the designated driver. No matter what. That’s our deal.”
“I know,” he said tightly.
She had to add: “If anything happens—”
“Yeah, yeah,” Zach said. “We’ll call home for a ride. Come on, Mia. Lexi’s waiting.”
“Be home by one,” Jude said again, stepping back, watching them drive off. “I mean it,” she said, but there was no one beside her to hear the words.
*
Driving too fast, music blaring through the car, Zach turned onto Night Road. Lexi slid into the car door at every hairpin turn.
“Slow down,” Mia yelled from the backseat, but Zach just cranked up the music. “Yeah,” by Usher was at the edge of pain.… got so caught up I forgot …
When they got to the party, there were already more than a dozen cars parked in the clearing.
Zach pulled the key out of the ignition and dropped it in the well between the seats. “I need something to drink,” he said, getting out of the car.
Lexi got out of the car and went to him. “But you’re the d.d.”
“I know that. And I know my limits. You’re not my mom.” He pulled away from her and strode toward the party.
Lexi didn’t know what to do.
Mia came up beside her. “He’s pissed.”
“At me?”
Mia shrugged. “At you, me, my parents, himself. Everyone. He doesn’t know what he wants and it’s killing him. He’s always been like that. When things come easily, Zach’s cool. But when he’s confused or hurting, he loses it. Sometimes he yells and sometimes he shuts up. This time he’s yelling. He’s especially mad at Mom and me.”