“Moms sacrifice for their kids.” I knew mine did all the time, even if I hadn’t realized it as early as Z had.
“Now, I’d sacrifice for her,” Z vowed. “I’d do anything for Mama, Mama and Aunt D.”
“Do you still hate jelly?”
“WTWN reporters always ask the hard questions,” I said following Carmen’s.
“Well…I discovered strawberry jelly at my aunt’s,” Z told us. “Grape is still gross. Strawberry costs more, though.”
“Ah.”
“I learned a lot from Aunt D, beyond jelly—rites of passage things—like how to drive and mow the lawn, how to care for plants and flowers. All in all, there are only two things I would maybe do differently. Shaving by example at only twelve is one. The hair never did grow back on my legs.”
Abby looked, likely thinking I was talking to her when I barked. She got even more
