"I guess you'll have to take side classes then," I said.
"I'm not smart enough," Amy answered, "and oceanography is not that bad, I mean I like it too."
"But why would you reduce yourself to just that when you can have both," I said.
"I can't register for more classes. I told you I wouldn't have graduated without Alex's help and he won't help anymore, he has too much physics to do. See he is studying right now when I'm in a bus to nowhere," Amy said.
I knew I was going to get nowhere with Amy by tackling her upfront so I decided to take the side door.
"My mother's company as a contract ready for me for when I finish my degree in two years," I said. "I just have to go home to her and sign it, then I'll go to work in the same office as her every day for the rest of my life," I said. "No much time to enjoy life, parental eyes on me until she retires by that time I'll be forty-five, I'll never have a boyfriend, all the guys around will have a beer belly or be married to someone else who went to high-school with me. It's a small city, they all know each other and who would want to move there anyway."
"Two years," Amy said as if I had just told her that I had an incurable disease and that my time was limited.
"Two years," I said.
"And then, your entire life is already decided for you," she said.
"Was," I answered.
"Was?"
"I ran away," I said. "I'm here right?"
"But your mum was in your room right, when she slapped you," Amy said.
"Because I ran away. Because I'm not wasting my life like she wasted hers."
Amy didn't answer, she was just looking at me as if I had said the craziest thing she ever heard and after what happened at the bar tonight, I didn't know if that was a good thing. I look straight in front of me. I couldn’t let what she thought of me distract me while lecturing her.
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