"Nobody Likes Me…"

“I don’t know why they always have to leave right after she gets here,” Mom mutters, using that whining tone she has used for so many years. “I don’t think Ginny wants to be around us much anymore…”

“But, Mom,” I begin, “she gets up at five each morning. She’s tired.”

“They could at least stay to eat something,” Mom counters. “They have to eat tonight.”

“She’s had a long day at work,” I try to explain, although explanations SHOULDN’T be necessary. Mom knows Ginny loves them.

“I think it’s something else,” she insists. “They never stay to visit anymore…”