When my mother said it, she was not angry. She was not being sarcastic or ironic or any other kind of –ic thing. She was simply making a statement of fact: my boyfriend thinks you’re a whore.
This gets delivered two weeks before Mom finds out the boyfriend has been sleeping with Aunty Karin, Mom’s best friend. Cliché, I know, but the truth nonetheless.
Speaking of which, after I found out, I knocked on the ex-boyfriend’s door, turned to page 1,430 of my dictionary, pointed to the third definition of the word whore, and never, ever looked back.
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