Simone Elkeles Quote

I park my bike in her driveway and ring her doorbell. I clear my throat so I don’t choke on my words. , what am I gonna say to her? And why am I feeling all insecure, like I need to impress her because she’ll judge me?Nobody answers. I ring again.Where’s a servant or butler to answer the door when you need one? Just as I’m about to give up and slap myself with a big dose of what-the-fuck-do-I-think-I’m-doing, the door opens. Standing before me is an older version of Brittany. Obviously her mom. When she takes one look at me, her disappointing sneer is obvious.Can I help you? she asks with an attitude. I sense either she expects me to be part of the gardening crew or someone going door-to-door harassing people. We have a ‘no soliciting policy’ in this neighborhood.I’m, uh, not here to solicit anythin’. My name’s Alex. I just wanted to know if Brittany was, uh, at home? Oh, great. Now I’m mumbling ’s every two seconds.