She’s trying to sound cross, but I know her too well. Not only does she want me to tell him she said hello, she wants me to call her immediately afterward to go over his reply, his tone of voice, and any other detail I can remember.
Like mother, like daughter.
“Okay, Mom. I won’t.”
“I mean…” She clears her throat. “You could tell him you talked to me. That would be fine.”
“Okay.”
We sit in awkward silence for a moment, until she says, “Do you have any plans for Thanksgiving?”
I always spend it with my dad and Chloe as she’s always been in Vegas with Bob, and I never wanted to go near that binge-drinking rageaholic, but maybe this year will be different. If Bob stays away, maybe she and I can get together.
“Not yet. You?”
“No. Me and Mr. Bones will probably just watch the Macy’s par
