Oscar Season by Elizabeth Doyle Carey

Author:Elizabeth Doyle Carey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dunemere Books
Published: 2017-06-08T23:47:32+00:00

After dinner that night, I begged my parents to let me bring home Oscar the kitty to live with us. My mother was reading some huge statistics textbook and she stuck her finger in the book to mark her place while she listened to me.

“Please, Mami. I know Samantha wants a cat, too! It can be like her cat and mine that we share!”

My mother scoffed at the idea, actually making a little choking sound in the back of her throat. “Selena, please. No cats on the property. No, mi amor. When you are grown up and have your own house, you can get as many cats as you like. But not here.”

I tried to play on my dad’s sympathy. “Papi, please! I’m doing everything you want this summer. The lifeguards, the tutoring, the swim lessons, the job at the library. Can’t I have something I want for a change?”

Did I mention my dad is not one for guilt trips? They only make him annoyed.

“Selena, that sounds like a very happy summer to me. Not too many days ago we were talking about sending you to summer school for the whole summer.” He snapped open his laptop as if to say, Case closed.

Not too many days ago, I was talking about going to a sleepaway acting camp in Michigan, I wanted to say. But I didn’t. The thing with parents is, you have to know when you can push and when you can’t.

I left them and went to my room to sulk.

Upstairs, I was surprised to see I had a message from Jenna. She must have felt bad about how she’d behaved today, because it said:

Bunch of kids going out on lobster boat in AM. Meet @ town docks at 8. In? Y or N? LMK!

It was big of her to reach out (even though she had kind of started our fight today). I wondered if Hayden was going, or Samantha. I wasn’t sure that the outing sounded like the most fun thing in the world, but I couldn’t go anyway. I was working at the library tomorrow for my first time, and I was looking forward to it, actually.

Can’t. Work. Thx.

I replied and pressed Send but it looked a little terse. I guess I could have elaborated to match her friendly effort. I could have been normal and said, “Hey, did you know Hayden Jones can’t swim?” or “Hey, maybe Samantha Frankel isn’t so bad,” or even, “Bud’s a pretty nice guy.” But none of it seemed right for the moment. As an afterthought, an appeasement, I added:

Seen Indigo Darling yet?

Then I pressed Send again and went to bed.

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