I stood and went into the house. He looked at me curiously and said, "Why are you sitting in the rain?"
I shrugged. "Just thinking," I said. "How was the barbeque?"
"It was fun," he said sitting down on the couch.
"What did you do today?" I sat down in the chair across from him.
"I saw Liz. She fixed my mess of a hair for me."
He looked at my hair, but he didn't offer a response, I guess a simple compliment was too much to ask for these days. I didn't wait for it. I knew it wasn't coming. I went on and said, "I had lunch with my mother."
He rolled his eyes and smirked at that. My mother and the fact that I'd continued to have a relationship with her had been the source of more than one of our arguments over the years. He thought I should be ashamed of her and cut her of
