“You stay in the suite with your dad and me until the end of the tournament. Thankfully, my mom is allergic to outright confrontation, preferring to have her fights in the privacy and safety of her own space. So, I got to be the eighteen year old virgin loser whose parents were tagging along on the spring break trip. It briefly occurred to me that they might not be interested. I even caught them exchange a couple of knowing glances afterward. “I just have other interests.”
“Yeah, sure,” Jessie replied, her voice heavy with sarcasm. Whatever, at least they had the decency to sit a few rows behind me so I didn’t have to associate with them every second of the flight. Turning back toward me, she repeated, “Either way, be back by five o’clock. He perked up at the suggestion, and asked if I meant all four of us or just him and me, and I responded in a low whisper, “Solos”. The threat of disease and pregnancy was too much.
