Mom, of course, saw it differently. “Leo needs this,” she said, stuffing our cooler. “His parents are going through a rough patch.” I wanted to argue that I needed peace, but the look in her eyes—that soft, knowing mother-glare—silenced me. So I zipped my sleeping bag and prepared for the worst.
I threw a pillow at his head.
“Because ‘I’m scared of silence’ sounds crazy,” he shrugged. “Talking about Minecraft sounds normal.” -ENG- Camp With Mom and My Annoying Friend Who ...
Mom, of course, saw it differently. “Leo needs this,” she said, stuffing our cooler. “His parents are going through a rough patch.” I wanted to argue that I needed peace, but the look in her eyes—that soft, knowing mother-glare—silenced me. So I zipped my sleeping bag and prepared for the worst.
I threw a pillow at his head.
“Because ‘I’m scared of silence’ sounds crazy,” he shrugged. “Talking about Minecraft sounds normal.”