CHAPTER 14
“Tiffany, I didn’t know you’d washed that hoodie already.” That’s the first thing Patricia says to me when I walk into my trailer, and she’s staring at the formula stain I got on it yesterday.
I don’t know why I’m surprised. Patricia says things like that all the time, and usually I don’t let it get under my skin. But she’s so good at them, those subtle jabs. I can’t complain to Jake, because he doesn’t see them. He grew up that way, grew up with a mom who expressed herself in haiku insults like, “Oh, good. Your skin’s really cleared up.” And she’d be referring to the big zit on his nose that was getting smaller but she’d be staring at the massive breakout on his chin, and it takes someone as naïve and docile as Jake not to see the bitterness infused into each little micro-obs
