QUOTE : My mother let me get ten steps inside the front door before bombarding me with questions.<br /><br />“Who was that?”<br /><br />“What happened to your bike?”<br /><br />“Did you forget you have work tonight?”<br /><br />And my personal favorite, “Do we need to have the talk?”<br /><br />I cringed. I did not need to think of Miles in that way. I was plenty confused about him as it was.<br /><br />“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.”<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />“That was Miles.