“Samantha, where have you been?” my mom asked when I answered her call the next day.
“Um, working?”
She sighed loudly. “I’ve been calling you for days. Why weren’t you answering your calls?”
I finally cracked. “I didn’t want to hear it Mom. I know why you’re calling. You’ve got a job prospect for me, or a guy for me to date, or some criticism about my current job or about Brady. I wasn’t in the mood, Mom.”
She squeaked in indignation. “How dare you speak to me like that?”
“Mom, I’m not trying to be mean, but every time we talk you’re criticizing one aspect of my life or another. I wasn’t in the mood for it. I know how you feel about Brady. It was written all over your face the other day.”
“I’m just trying to watch out for you Samantha. Your sister told me you were thinking about movi
