Most Likely To Die. Lisa Jackson

here so you can go to bed with Mom.” She made an “ick” face as if the picture of her parents sleeping together was the most revolting image she could imagine.

      “Your mother’s my wife,” he said, crossing the room, grabbing her desk chair, flipping it around, and sitting on it backward.

      “Not for long.”

      “You think?” He smiled. “We’ll see.”

      She shook her head. “Don’t you get it? Mom doesn’t love you anymore.”

      That statement stung, but he ignored it. “Let’s turn this around, okay? I didn’t have time to pick up anything on the way, so let’s go out for a burger. You can tell me all about your life then.”

      She looked at him as if he’d suggested she eat banana slugs.

      “Come on, Lissa. It won’t be so bad.”

      “I’m…I’m a vegetarian.”

      “Since when?”

      She made a face and shrugged. “A while.”

      “Great. I know a place where they make veggie burgers out of tofu or something.” He picked up her flip-flops and tossed them onto the bed. “Let’s go.”