John Hardley and my mother, sitting at the same table, eating and talking business. It seems so absurd, and yet… I'd better not dwell on it, or I might end up letting my worries ruin everything.
Tonight, I'll talk to John about it — calmly. We've got plenty of time, at least until midnight.
When I finally reach the middle school gate, Melania is already waiting outside for me, surrounded by a sizable group of classmates, most of them boys — I guess she wanted to say goodbye before leaving.
Seeing her in the middle of them, she looks more like a high school girl who took a wrong turn than someone their age, and now I get why Melania decided to… uh, aim higher — even if they all tried together, those little brats without a single hair on their faces yet wouldn't be able to satisfy her the way she wants.
