Yes No Maybe So by Becky Albertalli

Author:Becky Albertalli
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2019-11-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Maya

I don’t normally buy into miracles, but sign me up as a true believer now.

Because Sara is not working today.

I tie my hair up into a messy bun and glance at the phone again.

Hen’s mom just canceled. No babysitting today! Pick you up at 1?

It’s 12:30 and she hasn’t followed up to cancel or postpone. Like I said, a genuine miracle.

My phone buzzes.

Jamie: I think I ate my entire lifetime supply of chocolate cake yesterday.

Maya: Aw, bummer. I was hoping we could go for seconds today.

Three dots blink and then—

Jamie: I was totally kidding. I’m hanging with my friends at my place, but we can go after?

Maya: Can’t Meeting up with Sara

Jamie: Whoa. So it’s happening. The talk?

Maya: I think so?

Jamie: You got this, Maya!

I press thumbs-up to his text and put the phone in my pocket. I’ll talk to Sara. I will. But right now, I don’t feel the tiniest bit upset. I’m just relieved to have a moment to hang out with her. To talk about our lives and fill her in on what’s been happening with my parents and canvassing. Everything. Suddenly, I feel a rush of missing her so much it makes me ache.

I slip on my sandals in the foyer. Glancing up, my eyes land on my parents’ framed wedding photo on the wall. It’s been up there so long, I never notice it—but today it catches my eye. It’s not a normal wedding photo with the couple posed like royalty wearing clichéd smiles. They’re in front of a wedding cake. My mother is wearing a velvety red outfit with a gold tikka on her forehead. My dad’s wearing a cream sherwani kurta with a matching turban on his head. They do look like royalty, but my mom has icing on her nose and chin, and my dad looks like someone slammed a meringue pie in his face. My mother’s bent slightly at the waist, her hands on her hips, and even though it’s a picture—you can almost see her shaking from laughter. My father looks down at her with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen.

The front door jangles and parts open. My mother steps inside and kicks her shoes off. She glances at me and startles.

“Hey, you.” She leans over and kisses my cheek. “Heading out?”

“Yep. Home early?”

“Quick detour to pick up my laptop,” she says. “Are you and Jamie going somewhere?”

“Sara’s picking me up. We’re going to get a bite to eat and hang out.”

“About time!” My mother smiles.

“Why this picture?” I blurt out. She looks confused, and then follows where I’m pointing to their photo on the wall.

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“I was putting my shoes on, and I guess it hit me how random that photo is. Most people put up formal wedding shots, and you guys put the most ridiculous possible one on the wall. . . .” My voice trails off, and I glance at my mother. “Sorry. I shouldn’t be talking about that right now, I guess .

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