TITLE: HALFWAY TO ANYWHERE
GENRE: Literary Fiction
Tonight was meatloaf. It was quiet and just our forks.
Then Mom said, "I'm going to give her a call later."
Dad said, "Didn't you just talk to her?"
Mom said, "That was two days ago."
Dad didn't answer.
Mom said, "What's your point, Lev?"
Dad said, "These challenges...
well, they're par for the course to adulthood, aren't they? Maybe a little space would help her find her way."
That was about Steffi. I looked at her chair that no one is in it. It is an empty place and just three people now.
Mom said, "I hardly think I'm being overbearing."
Dad said, "I know, hon. I didn't say you were."
Mom said, "I'll just say hello and check in. It's not like I'm demanding to know what color her socks are, or, or, what she had for lunch."
Dad said, "Okay."
Mom said, "There's nothing wrong with being supportive."
Dad said, "Okay, Celie."
I said, "Is Steffi an adult?"
Mom said, "What?"
I said, "Dad said adulthood. Is she an adult?"
Mom said, "In my opinion, eighteen years old is still very much a part of adolescence."
Dad said, "Some would argue adolescence is an art fact."
I said, "What is that?"
Dad said, "It's something people make. Like tools, or-"
Mom made her voice loud and said, "Until Stephanie graduates from college and gets a job, she is not an adult."
I used to be the one in the higher grade, before my extra years.