“I see you’ve had a nice, long talk with your sister,” Nancy told her. “Which is good, because we do not wish to discuss it.”
“Mom…” Megan began.
“You heard your mother,” Drew echoed.
Now she was frustrated as well. “You’re causing her to repress,” she practically spat at them. “That’s gonna end up screwing her up later on. Is that what you want?”
“I’d rather her repress than see her raped or harmed,” Nancy retorted.
“Jesus, Mom, always with the extremes.”
“Go to your room,” Drew commanded. “We’re through discussing this.”
Megan retreated, temporarily defeated but far from giving up. They were being irrational, unreasonable…. and yet, at the same time, seemed wholly justified. Could she blame them for wanting to look out for the well being of their children? No, not at all. Could she blame them for being a bit scared of something they didn’t understand? Well…not really.