"I'd read the emails if you had things you wanted to say to me. I'd answer them if you wanted to hear about what was going on on my end."
"Maybe it would be nice," he says. "Maybe it wouldn't. Don't know until I try it. If I run away, I will."
"Memorize it. Tuck it in your shoe," she shrugs. "Lose it and ask me for it again when you come back to school."
"How well does short-term escaping work? Would it improve anything if you were invited to stay over on our couch a lot?"
Bella shrugs. "Hey, Mom, the buses suck this time of day and he doesn't give out his address so you can't drive him. Gosh, Mom, we lost track of time playing Parcheesi, I'm sure it's fine with his folks if he just goes to school with us in the morning. Look, Mom, he brought us bread pudding, the kind you refrigerate overnight and put in the oven in the morning for breakfast, he should be here when we eat it."
"I hope it's not awkward for you that I can't say the same. Then again, I suppose you've put up with Ethan not even liking you for a long time."
"You are way better than Ethan that way," he agrees. "I don't really know what you think of me, but at least I don't know you don't give a shit."