Two
I ran home. Scott’s white car was parked in the drive. He got out as I hurried up the stairs to my yard. The door opened on the passenger’s side of the car, and a young woman stepped out: Scott’s fiancé. I had seen pictures of her, but this was the first time we were meeting in person. She smiled and reached her hand out to me as I came toward them.
“Kirti Chadha,” she said as we took each other’s hand. Her grip was firm. “I’m so happy to finally meet you. Scott has told me so much about you.”
I smiled as we let go of each other’s hand. “I bet he has,” I said. “Mostly the parts about how I ruined his life.”
Scott came over and embraced me. “Never said you ruined my life, Mom,” he said. “Made my life miserable, but that’s a completely different thing. I’m really glad you emailed me
