He fell asleep to the tune of “I’m disappointed in you,” with a resounding chorus of “You’re creating a rift in the family”
And like this, through the phone, I don’t have to remember that Shan looks like a stranger now Color me flabbergasted. I have no idea what that means, to “color me,” but I see it in books and I like the image it brings to mind. What color would flabbergasted look like, hmm?
Dassi wasn’t answering. Not her texts, WhatsApps, emails, or even — gasp — regular phone calls
“I told you that this would rock the boat. Literally, it was all anyone could talk about”
“Why am I not surprised,” he spat out. “I ask for no gifts, I ask that they respect our boundaries. Does anyone listen? Nope”
I stand up, hyperaware that every eye in my class is upon me, and hobble toward Ma.
