Linda
“An argument?” I asked Mom through the phone.
“Yes. I know it’s rare for us to argue over something.”
“What were you guys arguing about?”
“About Alex.”
“Alex? Why?” And why did she call her Alex like Mom knew him? Or did she know him?
“Well… There was something between him and your father. I’ve asked him but he won’t tell me a thing. I think it’s best if you ask him or go to Alex to tell you what happened. Because seriously, I’m dying too here. Your father’s looks when you were gone with Alex, he looks…I don’t know. Worried and scared too.” Scared? Okay, I could take the worry because that was what my dad did best. But scared? Dad was never scared of men around me. More like he was ready to take them on.
“Um, okay, Mom. I’ll talk to Alex if I could.” Because I knew that man wo
