Hello Stranger by Katherine Center EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Katherine Center
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- Genre: Romantic Comedy
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THE FIRST PERSON I called after I found out I’d placed in the North
American Portrait Society’s huge career-making yearly contest was my dad.
Which is weird. Because I never called my dad.
Not voluntarily, anyway.
Sure, I called on birthdays or Father’s Day or New Year’s—hoping to
get lucky and miss him so I could leave a singsongy message like “So sorry
to miss you,” get the credit, and be done.
But I called only out of obligation. Never for fun. Never, ever just to
talk. And never—god forbid—to share things.
My goal was always not to share things with my father. How broke I
was. How I was still—endlessly—failing in my chosen career. How I’d
given up on yet another relationship and moved into my not-fit-for-humanhabitation art studio because I couldn’t afford a place of my own.
That was all need-to-know information.
And he definitely didn’t need to know.
It gave me some structure, in a way—crafting ongoing fake success
stories about myself for him and my evil stepmother, Lucinda. I was always
“doing great.” Or “crazy busy.” Or “thriving so much.”
I didn’t actively make things up. I just worked devotedly to obscure the
truth.
The truth was, I’d defied all my dad’s instructions eight years before,
dropping out of premed and switching my college major to Fine Arts.
“Fine Arts?” my father had said, like he’d never heard the term before.
“How exactly are you supposed to make a living with that?”
I gave him a little shrug. “I’m just going to … be an artist.”
Wow, those words did not land well.
“So you’re telling me,” he demanded, that little vein in his forehead
starting to darken, “that you want to be buried in a pauper’s grave?”
I frowned. “I wouldn’t say I want that.”
It’s possible my dad wanted me to be a doctor because he was a doctor.
And it’s possible my dad didn’t want me to be an artist because my mom
had been an artist. But we didn’t talk about that.
He went on, “You’re throwing away a good career—a good living—so
that you can waste your life doing something that doesn’t matter for no
money?”
“When you put it that way, it sounds like a bad idea.”
“It’s a terrible idea!” he said, like that was all there was to it.
“But you’re forgetting two things,” I said.
My dad waited to be enlightened.
“I don’t like medicine,” I said, counting off on my fingers. “And I do
like art.”
Suffice it to say, he didn’t think any of that was relevant. Then he went
on to imply that I was spoiled and foolish and had never known true
suffering.
Even though we both knew—on that last one, at least—he was lying.
Anyway, it didn’t matter. He didn’t get to decide what I did with my
life.
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