“ I’m old enough to read what I like. “
“ How old are you anyway? “ He asked. “
“ 18. “
“ No kidding? I’m 18 too. “ He said amazed because Skeeter did not look anywhere near 18 he was thinking 15 at the most.
“ Well if it means that much to you I’ll buy you another book. Maybe Little Women or something like that. “ He suggested.
“ You’re not my mother you can’t tell me what to do. “ Skeeter said very deliberately.
“ I’m not trying to be your mother. I’m just looking out for you like I do for everyone I care about."
“ You don’t care about me. We just got stuck together by mistake and you’re stuck with me. “
“ If that was true you wouldn’t be here right now. Why do you suddenly hate me? “
“ I don’t hate you I just don’t like being told what to do. I’m used to doing things my way now. “ Skeeter said.
“ We’re together now and if you want to get anywhere I suggest you straighten your attitude out, I will not put up with it, and I will leave you here if you continue. You think you can look after yourself without me then you do it. No one‘s making you come along, but I can tell you this much you won’t get very far with no money and no place to go. Think for once. “
Skeeter folded her arms looking away from him. He stood there for a minute, and got up to leave.
“ Are you coming? “ He asked as he got in-to the car. Skeeter just continued to sulk. “ Ok fine. “ he said a he closed the door, he started the engine and pulled away. As soon as Skeeter saw he was leaving she came running after him the best she could do seeing her knee wasn’t fully healed. She could walk on it but she couldn’t run very well. “ CLIFFORD. Please don’t leave me. I’ll be have myself. “