"My Mom doesn't dig for details unless it's something that's going to affect her reputation, and Dad doesn't really care at all," Maxxie said bluntly, and perhaps more honestly than she normally was about her home life. "I'm an adult, they don't really need me back, and if they don't have to pay for where I live, all the better. Not that they can't afford it, but you know what I mean." She shrugged from her spot on the floor.
"Some of them seemed fanciful, some were quiet, some were interesting, and one looked outright nuts. I've seen saner people panhandling in Manhattan." She made a face, wrinkling her nose at him. "You're going to do it, aren't you? Which means at the very least, you're abandoning me to live in this dorm all on my own if I don't go too." Not that she had a roommate -- or wanted one. Or even liked people half the time. But it had been kind of nice knowing Tom was around.
And truth to tell, she sort of wanted to do it. She wanted to make a difference. After all, wasn't she already knocking herself out to redeem her reputation? This could do it in half the time, if not less. If it didn't get her killed first, but it seemed like just living her life might do that, with the way things were.