"Do you think that she is ever going to give me a chance?"
"Huh?" Libby walked into the bedroom, toothbrush in her mouth.
"Your mom. Is she ever going to give me a chance? She barely talks to me and I am really trying. I am trying to find some common ground that we share but she is not making this easy for me."
Libby held up her finger and walked back to the bathroom, returning a moment later, breath fresher. "I know you are trying and you do not know how much I appreciate your efforts. I do not know what her deal is. I will talk to my dad and have him work on her too."
"I don't get it, Babe. I am really trying. I have even talked to my mom and tried to figure out something. I know she is not happy about the age difference but I figured that she would be slightly warming up to me by
