Oh, I get all that now. Years later, I realize how smart and caring my mother really is. Back when I was a teenager, though, I thought she was just clueless.
For the remaining three days of summer vacation, Katie and I stayed around the house. Three or four times a day, we would get into a screaming match. Our parents wouldn't even bother to come into the same room. From wherever they were, we would hear them holler, "Keep it down in there!"
Usually, that would be the point that we would break off our arguing and just glare at each other before we walked away. A couple of times, we were so into our screaming match that we didn't hear our parents until the second or third time they yelled at us, at which point they would start threatening us with some dire punishment. We never pushed them
