Day 08
This is my one-week anniversary at Club Meds. Instead of a party, my big
surprise was that my parents came to see me. Or they came because
someone told them to, at least. Anyway, when I walked into Cat Poop’s
office for what I thought was going to be my usual brain-picking session,
there they were. At first I thought I was seeing things, or that two people
who just happened to look like my parents were there for their own session
and I was interrupting. But it was them. They were sitting on the couch.
When she saw me, my mother stood up and started to come toward me,
but then stopped. I think maybe Cat Poop had told her not to make any
sudden movements because they might scare me, like I’m a wild animal or
something, because she kept looking at him and then at me. Finally she just
said, “Hello, Jeff,” and sat down again next to my father.
I sat in the big chair across from the couch and didn’t say anything. I
mean, really, what do you say to your parents when the last time they saw
you, you were practically dead and they had to call the paramedics? It’s not
exactly your typical “How was school today?” kind of thing. And it’s not
like we’ve ever been into the whole sharing thing, anyway. We’re not
huggers.
“Jeff, is there anything you would like to say to your parents?” Cat Poop
said when we’d all been quiet for what seemed like a hundred years.
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