Chapter 27I walked up my front steps sometime later, only to be greeted by Mom. She was sitting on the top step, drinking coffee. Birds swooped through the air while the orange color of the receding sun beamed from the sky.
I feigned a grin. “I returned by sunset as promised.”
“I know,” Mom said, sighing.
Questioning Mom’s mopey facial expression would’ve been an exercise in futility. I already felt bad enough about her having hurt feelings regarding me keeping her in the dark about everything going on in my life. Not telling her about everything in my life was the kinder thing to do. I sat down next to her on the top step. But I could at least make an effort. She was still my mother.
“We need to finish our conversation from the other day,” Mom continued.
“Please don’t yell.”
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