donât have to make any decisions right now, but Iâd like you to think about it. Donât worry about offending me, no matter what you decide. I promise to back you up, no matter what.â
I could quit violin lessons, self-defense class and French lessons and just read, hang out with Sarah and practice bandoneón . I might get to go to some tango concerts. If I hang out with Sarah at school, maybe Iâll learn to make friends as quickly as she does.
âThink about it,â Jeanette says. âI donât mind talking to your Mom if you want me to.â
My images of life in Victoria burst like soap bubbles. âWhat would you tell her?â
âHow much youâre blossoming here, how you have access to a world-class bandoneón teacher and how much he thinks of your playing.â
I wince. âMy parents donât know about the bandoneón. I never told them.â
âNo problem. I did.â
âOh.â Now Mom has undeniable proof that Iâve been keeping things from her. Thatâll be enough to send her imagination searching for a million other secrets I must be hiding. If Jeanette asks her to let me stay here for the year, sheâll be convinced Iâve become an Uncontrollable Teenager for sure.
T WENTY
I need a good twenty-four hours to figure out what to say to my parents. Not about moving hereâI havenât made that decision yetâbut about the bandoneón.
Withholding information is a big deal in my family. Like I said, my parents believe in discussing everything with me, from their first sexual experiences (âknowledge that might help you make your own decisionsâ) to what theyâre presently arguing about (âas a member of the family, you deserve to knowâ). Theyâve always assumed I would be open with them too, and I have been, until now.
âI was wondering when youâd get around to telling us,â Mom says when I bring up the bandoneón. âWhy did you keep it a secret?â
I can think of no safe way to answer this, so I choose the least painful version of the truth. âI wanted it to be a surprise. You know, I show up at the end of the summer able to play a whole new instrument?â
Mom says nothing at first. âWhy wouldnât you want to share your excitement with us, though, as you experience it?â
âI didnât know youâd find it so exciting,â I say. âI know Dad, for one, hates anything that sounds like an accordion.â
Another long silence. Dangerously long. I brace myself.
âI wish youâd tell me whatâs going on,â she whispers. âYou keep saying everythingâs fine, but if it were really fine, youâd tell me things. Why donât you tell me things anymore?â
I donât know how to respond to that, and I guess my silence lasts a moment too long, because I hear her take a deep breath, and I know any hope of rational conversation is gone.
âI canât stand this anymore,â she cries. âWe need to talk. Iâll get on a ferry first thing tomorrow morning. I can be there by nine.â
âNo,â I say too quickly, then scramble to save myself. âI mean, Iâd be happy to talk to you, but no, we donât need to talk. Everythingâs fine. I love you, Mom.â Sheâs crying quietly enough for me to add that I didnât mean to hurt her, and Iâd love to see her, but I also understand that work is very busy and I wouldnât want her to fall behind to come over here when everythingâsâ
âEverythingâs not fine between us!â she wails. âI can hear it in your voice.â
I cast a pleading look at Jeanette, whoâs suddenly standing next to me. She holds out her hand for the phone, but I know I have to say something to calm Mom down before I hand her over. âIâm sorry, Mom. I donât know what to say.â
âJust let me
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