“Okay Mom,” Tyson said. “Can I have some cookies?”
“Yes, of course you can,” she replied and watched as he took some cookies from the jar and put them on a tiny tray.
“Mom, are we still making pizza tonight?” the little boy asked.
“Yes, dear,” she told him. “Do you want to join me when I start to make it?”
“Yes, mom.”
“It's okay,” I will call you when I start the dough. Run along and enjoy your cookies.”
Tyson walked out of the kitchen.
She removed the flight mode from her phone and it started ringing immediately.
“Blake…” she calls out softly. “I think the network was misbehaving.”
“I was wondering what happened,” he said. “I found out you are now in Berkeley. And an associate professor now. I am so proud of you, Can..” he quickly stopped himself from calling her the pet nam
