Zach
I could tell before we took our first sips that my mother had already read my aura.
“You’re all muddled today. More than usual.” She squinted at me, like I was a street sign she was trying to decipher through a rain-soaked windshield.
“Yeah? You see that in my aura?” I asked, with a knowing sigh. This would be a whole lot easier if I just played along. She was like a dog with a bone. If she felt there was something weighing on me, she wouldn’t let it go until she’d covered it from every possible angle. But the thing was, I wasn’t stressed, not in the way my mother thought I was, at least. I was just more interested in one of my advisees than I had any right to be. We were supposed to be studying literature together. Instead I wanted to take her off the shelf, c***k her open, and re
