Angela sat on the couch, praying her mother hadn't noticed her unhooked bra.
Mary-Ann had been waiting up, and now peppered her with questions about how the date went.
It was obvious her mother was rooting for Team Hunter.
"Have a good time?" Mary-Ann asked. "Figured Hunter would take you some nice place for your first date. Not sure Annie's qualified, but there you go."
"It's not our first date," Angela said. "Far from it."
"Technically," her mother admitted. "But might as well have been. Been years since you dated him. You've both changed, you're not the same people you once were."
You have no idea, Angela thought, flashing back to the conversation in the parking lot.
Not something she wanted to discuss with her mother.
Angela realized with a start that her mother was now staring
