Roman Holiday

Saturday

Chapter Thirty

When my parents finally returned home, Mom agrees to break the news of the foreclosure to the employees on Wednesday, because Monday is already a shitty day, and on Tuesday everyone’s getting over the hangover they gave themselves from the shitty Monday. I'm not sure I follow her logic. I just think she doesn’t want to tell anyone.

Chuck doesn't retract his decision to ground me, and Mom agrees. "I'm very disappointed, Junie," she tells me, holding up a tabloid of my blurred-out naked body hurtling over a gravestone.

Classy.

Here I am, eighteen and graduated from high school and...I'm grounded. Like a thirteen-year-old. Since my parents have come home, they've been watching me like a hawk as if they're afraid I'll go rogue at any moment. I feel like I'm in prison but it's worse because they pretend like they still love me. I wouldn't be surprised if they secretly inserted a tracking device on me in my sleep.

Note to self: sleep with the door locked.