Jack: So that’s it, we’re going to keep tiptoeing around each other like this?
Me: I’m not tiptoeing. I’m just living my life.
Jack: Living your life avoiding me.
Jack: I get it. I deserve it.
Me: Don’t put this on me. You’re the one who’s up every morning before everyone and out the door, then back after everyone’s gone to bed or secluding yourself in your room.
Jack: Really. So if I tried to talk to you at home or sit with you, you’d allow it?
Me: Wouldn’t you have to email my father first and ask if he’d allow it?
Me: What, no response?
Me: That’s what I thought, Jack.
