I nervously bounced around, looking at my phone for the time. It was barely four o’clock and I was ready, stuffing my phone and keys into my purse. I rarely use the purse; in fact, I had to dig it out of my closet. In the purse were the tickets, too, they were shoved deep into my wallet. We need to have an early departure if we want to be home by ten thirty.
I walked downstairs and smiled at my mom, earning a raised eyebrow from her. “Is that the cashmere sweater that you haven’t used since last year? And a pair of nice, non-worn jeans? A purse? And actual shoes rather than your ratty sneakers? Is there something going on that I should know about?”
“I have a date.” I told her as I sat down on the stool at the breakfast bar. My mother leaned over, a cup of coffee in her hands as she looke
