Marcie listened to his story, and figured he was paraphrasing what had gone down, but understood. If she wasn't feeling so relaxed by the beer and the music and the forest, maybe she would have said, "Yeah they are, I'm sorry things went badly for you," and moved on.
Instead, she said, "Parents are disappointing sometimes. I didn't talk to mine for months last year, so I get what you mean." She looked down at her beer bottle, running her thumb around the edge of the lip. "Mom told me two truths and a big lie when I was sixteen, and I found out the lie. I was so fucking angry." She tsked and looked up at Cathal with a shrug. "So yeah. At least I was in a different state so I could ignore their calls. Didn't have to move anywhere."