By Amitav Ghosh
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Big deal. Yet I feel deflated as I go back into Grandma’s house. I flop myself onto her sofa as she sits in her recliner with Millie, watching an old Turner Classic movie, which is a black-and-white musical that’s pretty lame. As I sit there watching a pair of young lovers singing to each other in the garden, I wonder when I’ll have my turn—when will I ever get to go out on a real date? If that somehow miraculously happens, will it be with a guy as cool as Asher Gordon? Or someone more nerdy, like his cousin Monroe?
Or perhaps she was simply married to her job. Anyway, I had actually hoped that this move—and having some space away from her mother—might encourage my mom to start dating again. Not that I want her to get married or anything too serious. At least not while I’m still living at home. But maybe someday. Because I really do hate to think of her being lonely after I leave. “I wish you had your license,” Mom tells me as we stand outside the apartment complex, waiting for the taxi to arrive to take her to the airport.
I look up from where I’m hunched over, finishing up the electric blue polish on my right pinky toe. ” I sit up straight, pasting my “I’m so much older than you” expression on my face. ” I narrow my eyes and give her a mysterious smile—just like I’ve seen B do on Gossip Girl. ” She nods. “Yeah, I would. ” Now, I’m not usually inclined to telling fibs. But I’m also not inclined to opening myself up to unnecessary teasing from this fourteen-year-old. I seriously doubt that she’s ever been kissed either.