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It was clear they needed the house to themselves. She would rather lick a toilet seat in a public bathroom than confront them. She couldn’t think of a friend who wasn’t traveling for the summer or shacking up with a boyfriend. She would have to stay somewhere else. For some reason the idea of Emmanuel’s job offer did not pop up as an immediate solution to her issue. It could have been the shock of what she had discovered in her parent’s bathroom. She walked into her bedroom and practically collapsed onto her bed. Her mind was speeding and sparking and she felt the rumblings of an anxiety attack creeping up through her ribcage. She spotted the letter out of the corner of her eye and realized that this summer job could fix all of her problems. She could have that house all to herself and make money to visit the temple for very little work.
She pulled a suitcase out from under her bed and got to work packing only what she needed, always a challenge for her. It would be best to be completely ready to go before notifying her parents she had thought, even though she couldn’t imagine looking either of them in the eye for more than a second.
She found her bikini and shoved it in the side pocket. She had not had a wax yet this summer, but decided no one would be around when she swam in Emmanuel’s pool. Sometime between selecting three books to bring with and finding her phone charger, she realized that she did not have to tell her parents in person that she was leaving at all. She could do so over the phone, a much more comfortable setup. She finished packing quickly, and made sure that her bed was made and that her hamper was empty of dirty clothes. She rushed downstairs and locked the door behind her. She would come back for her car later. She raced down the street to Emmanuel’s, feeling a thrill as if she was being chased or in great danger, and barely getting away.