9
“Sip and Paint?” My mother’s voice asked over the phone.
“Yes, Chloe wanted me to join her. It sounds fun, I guess.”
“Good. I’m glad that you’re getting out of that condo of yours for once.” Was my condo really that bad? So bad that even my aging mother took issue with it? “What’s so bad about my condo?” I laughed, “And why has everyone waited so long to tell me?”
“Oh, it’s nothing about your condo. I think it’s fine. You simply don’t go out very much. I worry about you.”
“I suppose that’s true. I’m thinking of painting some rooms in my place.”
“Really? Well, that would be nice dear. Nothing too elaborate I hope.”
I shook my head and looked back over my paint swatches, feeling a little insecure. I decided not to tell her about the bright colors and just let her continue telling me
