The XYZs of Being Wicked One
Mom’s voice is clipped and irritated when she taps her watch. “Tick tock, Hallie.”
I keep my eyes on the television. “When this is over.”
The television clicks off, and I huff out a big breath. I hate it when she does that.
“I’m not packing for you, no matter how long you put it off.”
I lie down on the couch and groan. “I’ll do it later. Who knows when I’ll get to see my shows again.”