“Hey,” my mom called from the living room as I came into the house.
“I brought ice cream,” I called to her as I kicked off my shoes. I didn’t have to work, but I stopped by the ice cream shop to grab something for everyone. I was in an excellent mood after finding out there would be no Calculus 2 final if we took the AP test. The admission notifications would be posted in the morning for the school I hoped to leave the pack for, and I had a good feeling about getting in.
“That was thoughtful!” my mom called. I came into the living room. She was folding a basket of laundry. “I left you some dinner in the microwave. I wasn’t sure when you would be back tonight. Your dad and brother are out helping your grandmother.”
“Cool. I’ll stick there’s in the freezer,” I said. I leaned over the co
