TITLE: HALFWAY TO ANYWHERE
GENRE: Women's Fiction
Tonight was meatloaf. It was quiet and just our forks.
Then Mom said, "I think I'll give her a call later."
Dad didn't answer.
Mom said, "What?"
Dad said, "These challenges are sort of par for the course to adulthood, don't you think? Maybe she could use a little space right now."
That was about Steffi. I looked at her chair that no one was in it.
Mom said, "I hardly think I'm being overbearing."
Dad said, "I know, hon. I didn't say you were."
Mom said, "It's not like I'm demanding to know what color her socks are, or, or, what she had for lunch."
Dad said, "Okay, Celie."
Mom put down her glass and did a sigh.
I said, "Is Steffi an adult?" I used to be the one in the higher grade, before my extra years.
Mom said, "In my opinion, eighteen is still very much part of adolescence."
Dad said, "Some would argue adolescence is an art fact." Then he looked at me. He said, "An art fact is anything made by humans. Like tools, or-"
Mom used her loud voice. She said, "Until Stephanie graduates from college and gets a job, she's not an adult."
Some people don't believe I'm older. When we moved in this house a girl came in our yard. Holly. Me and Steffi were digging to India because Steffi said it is better than China.
Holly said, "Hi."
Steffi and me both said, "Hi."