Thirty-six

I wanted to hit my head on the glass table so bad, but I groaned instead, rubbing my face harshly with my palms.

“I cannot do that mother,” I argued, knowing that none of the options were going to be favorable for me. 

“Then we do not have a deal.” she clapped twice as the maids rushed in with bowls and plates of different foods. “Be careful, Son, I might be miles away from you, doesn’t change much. Eat.” she said with a tone that indicated she was done with the conversation and passed me a plate of pasta. 

Even if I was hungry on my way here, (which I wasn’t) the banter I just had with my mother was enough to ruin my appetite. 

“How’s Courtney?” I asked about my little sister. It was actually rude of me to not have asked about her since I came. 

“She’s been headstrong as usual,” she wiped her mouth courteously with a sparkling white napkin. “But I h