The Pressure
It was Thursday. I was at work, Alexander had the boys and my mother was flying into NYC for the weekend. The boys were excited to see their grandma and admittedly, I was looking forward to seeing her after all this time. Although we weren't always on the same page, she was still my mother and I loved her. "Sophie, are you leaving at lunch?" My coworker, Linda, asked me. "No, my mom's plane gets in around 6, so I will leave here around 4:30. I want to stop home and change." "Good, we're going to the new deli downstairs," she told me. "Sure," I chuckled. As we walked down the stairs, Linda chatted to me about the new man she was dating. She was 50, single and apparently, ready to mingle. She met Todd at a networking event; he spilled his red punch on his white pants and she gave him a
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