Everyone thinks I need help.
But I can handle the situation.
Or I could . . .if they would all get out of my face.

"So you asked a guy who ditched us without so much as a good-bye to chaperon us for a month?" Connor demanded, searching his mother's face for some indication that she hadn't gone completely insane.
Mrs. Sandborn shook her head and stared at him soberly. "The point is, you need somebody here. I wasn't about to leave you alone and have the Department of Human Services take me to court for being a negligent parent."
"If they haven't prosecuted you yet, I doubt this little vacation would change their minds," Connor said.
Mrs. Sandborn drew back, her face so flushed with anger, it was almost the same color as her scarlet blouse. She shook her head slowly, her eyes riveted on his, then dropped her chin and began muttering something under her breath. It sounded like she was counting.
:Look, Connor," Mrs. Sandborn said finally, taking a deep breath and rubbing her hand over her forehead. "I can't deal with this right now. Gary is Megan's father, and he's staying here while I'm gone."
"Then I guess I'll be looking for a place to stay," Connor uttered through clenched teeth.