Trinity
My mom seemed to be getting along pretty well, though she had been fairly quiet since we left the Farmer's Market. She introduced me to the woman she was staying with for the time being. We were seated around the table for dinner. I noticed my mom picking over her food. Donna and Dorothy were engaged in a conversation, not paying either of us any attention. I watched my mom for a bit. She had her head rested in her hand and was twirling her fork in her mac & cheese. This went on for about five minutes. She frowned a couple of times and then eventually bought her head up, turning it toward Donna, who was speaking.
"So, Trinity, your mama has told us a bit about her. Why don't you tell us about you?" Dorothy changed the subject suddenly. All eyes were on me now.
"Um, well ..."
