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I didn't get the chance to call mom the next morning. She beat me to it. I don't know why she bothers to leave messages. She just keeps calling back until I answer.
The dinner invitation was still on the table. I hemmed and hawed about it. Not because I didn't want a free meal. Those were always nice. It doesn't take long to get sick of frozen dinners and macaroni and cheese. Mainly it was because of the new developments in my life. I wasn't sure how I was going to tell them, about the not-so-new grandchild they didn't know about.
I agreed to go over and later that evening I found myself standing in front of their house, not wanting to go inside because I still hadn't. The only reason I came was that my mother was the queen of the guilt trip and I couldn't bring myself to say no. I m
