" My mother let me get ten steps inside the front door before bombarding me with questions.
“Who was that?”
“What happened to your bike?”
“Did you forget you have work tonight?”
And my personal favorite, “Do we need to have the talk?”
I cringed. I did not need to think of Miles in that way. I was plenty confused about him as it was.
“No, we do not need to have the talk, Mom. I understand how boy and girl parts work. Yes, I have to go to Finnegan’s. No, I don’t know what happened to Erwin.”
“Who was that in the truck?” She waved her empty coffee mug around. I couldn’t tell if she was angry or excited—her zealotry managed to cover pretty much all the emotional bases.
“That was Miles. "
― Francesca Zappia , Made You Up