Chapter Four
Sage
“I’m thinking about grabbing a pizza,” I told my mother. “Or do you already have something planned for lunch today?”
“No. Pizza sounds good.” She flipped the page of the magazine she was reading as we sat in the living room. “I’m sure your son will be overjoyed to have that for lunch. He wasn’t thrilled with the tomato soup and grilled cheeses I made yesterday.”
No one was ever thrilled with Mom’s go-to lunch. “He might be spoiled just a little bit from his mammy’s cooking. She goes overboard. You know Jeannie, always making things a little bit better than everyone else’s. She’s got cookie cutters coming out of her ears that she uses to shape his food into cute little pieces.”
“I did cut the crust off the grilled cheese,” Mom pointed out. “And I cut the sandwich on t
