Chapter 14

I give him a cool look and note that he seems less relaxed; maybe talking about his father makes him uptight. I can relate to that, not that I would call a sperm donor a father, the absent sperm donor father of my childhood.

“You’re not curious?” He glances at me quizzically, green eyes boring into the side of my face and making me uncomfortable.

“Curious about what?”

“Why I don’t get along with him? Most women pry… they want the juicy details.” A hint of a smile is in his voice. At the gross generalization of my sex, I curb the urge to eye-roll at him.

“No. It’s not my business,” I answer tightly. I’m not like most women, and I wish he would shut up. It’s a relief when we pull up in front of my building, and I glimpse my chance to escape for a few minutes.

“This is me,” I say, pointing at the block of attractive brown apartments rising above us. He regards me for a second and then gestures I should go; I almost exhale with thanks.

“I’ll wait here