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that “safe” comment referred to sex. Dad was being mature and realistic about it, but it still felt gross to graze the topic with him.
    “Oh, Paul, Kirby is 22,” Mom said. “She and I had that talk years ago.”
    “Mom!” I shouted. Sex-related comments didn’t sound any better coming from her. But at least they both were buying it all. They not only believed London and I were dating, but also believed that we were fucking.
    “I’m not going to talk about this kinda stuff with you guys,” I asserted. Mom giggled and smiled, and Dad returned to reading his newspaper. I played my part a little while longer and fumbled through the fridge, which was filled with leftovers from the party the night before. I was pleased to see food that actually contained sugar and fat. Though, to be honest, I was a little overwhelmed by the selection.
    In the end, I settled on a few slices of cheese and cured meat. I just wanted something simple, and didn’t want to deal with anything that required any type of plating or reheating.
    I ate my snack while still standing, rather than sitting down and joining my parents. Really, I wanted to go straight to my room and sleep off what was left of my hangover, but I knew that wouldn’t go over well with them and figured standing there would be a good compromise.
    Mom and Dad didn’t have much else to say after I told them I didn’t want to talk about sex or dating, but nonetheless, they seemed to appreciate my civility. My civility, however, only lasted for a moment. As soon as I was done eating, I wiped my dirty hands across the front of my shorts, smacked them on my ass, and told my parents I was going to go get a shower, then catch up on social networking and e-mail. They both nodded and hummed to signal their approval, while remaining preoccupied with their own business.
    I’d already lied to my parents once that morning, so it really didn’t bother me that I’d just lied to them again. Although, come to think of it, maybe it should have bothered me that I was quickly becoming comfortable with lying.
    In any event, instead of showering and going online, I did exactly what I’d wanted to do in the first place. I went straight to my room, crawled into my bed, shut my eyes, and tried to hide from my thoughts so that sleep could somehow find me.

Chapter 7
     
    Sunday is the Lord’s Day for religious folks. For my family, it was just a day of rest. We used to go to church and whatnot back in the day, but as time passed, our lives got more complicated, and we ultimately abandoned the practice, except on major Christian holidays and for major life events, like baptisms, weddings, and funerals.
    So I guess the fact that it was Sunday played heavily on my parents’ minds that afternoon, because they actually allowed me to rest freely. The “little nap” I wanted to take after my snack turned out to be a six-hour snooze fest, and the sun was already a little low in the sky by the time I sat up in bed.
    As soon as I sat up, I noticed my tablet. It was still sitting on my nightstand from the night before, and I decided to do part of what I’d told my parents I was going to do—catch up on my social networking and e-mail.
    I logged in to my various accounts, and, as usual, there really wasn’t anything interesting waiting for me. I had a few game requests from friends, and some invites to events that weren’t anywhere near me. What few e-mails I had were mostly from stores, websites, and other group mailing lists, most of which I hadn’t knowingly signed up for.
    In other words, I did not have any personal messages from my friends. Why? Well, I hate to admit it, but I really didn’t have any friends—not anymore.
    One of the biggest problems with dating a guy for three years, throughout the brunt of college, is that your social circle shrinks significantly. Some girls—like me—end up spending almost all of their time with their boyfriend, at the cost of not having many other