My father had hung up as soon as I was done explaining without saying anything. I looked at my mother who looked as confused as I felt. She pulled the phone back to her and furrowed her brow, and started typing. “What are you doing?” I pulled out my hairdryer and started in on my hair. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as I finished getting ready.
My mom kept typing on her phone and barely glanced up at me. “That was f*****g rude.” She started typing again.
“What was?” I bent over to dry the underneath of my hair and all I heard was her clicking at her screen.
“He just hung up.” She tossed out and I snorted.
“You will get used to it.” I flipped back over and shut the dryer off. I grabbed some oil to scrunch out the cast on my hair. My mom looked at me and I laughed. “He does
