Tracey was sitting in my mother’s chair, I was in my father’s. We talked about Sarah in my blinds-drawn living room. My distaste for her proved unsatisfactory to Tracey who said, "I’m gonna give you one of those 1000 word photo lectures." "Fuck you," I blurted and stormed off into my room, slamming the door. Looking out the window, I am amazed at the number of cars in my back driveway, one of which has just pulled up. I feel regretful for blowing my top with Tracey so I head back out to the living room, but she is already gone.