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When Halli walked in on Thursday night, my mom was already home from work.
“Audie! Where have you been? I’ve been calling you for the last two hours!”
“I was at yoga with Lydia.”
“Well you could have told me!” my mom said. “I’ve been worried sick! How long would it have taken you to simply call me and say where you were?”
Halli’s expression darkened. My mom could have no idea the effect of her words. They reminded Halli too much of her own mother.
I’d witnessed a few of the comm calls between Halli and Regina. Halli was always tense, snappish, quick to end the call. And with good reason: after ignoring her for sixteen years, suddenly Halli’s mother started checking up on her all the time, asking her where she was, what she was doing. It drove Halli crazy. She’d never had to answer
