Chapter 40
“Yes, Mom, I’ll be performing in Augusta next month. It’s less than an hour away. You’ve got to come see me.”
“I’d really love that, Sweetheart, but I haven’t driven that far in ages!”
“Bring Aunt Sally. Make her drive. Bring any of your friends. I’ll send you all the tickets you want—in fact, I’ll book hotel rooms for all of you so you won’t have to drive back late at night.”
“Oh, Christine, hotels are so expensive!”
“Nonsense. I get some perks and I haven’t used any of them so they can book my mother and her friends into a hotel.”
She hesitated. My mom was a homebody. I suspected she had a bit of agoraphobia, too.
“Tell you what, I’ll send four tickets and some fliers about the concert. If you want more, just let me know. Should I call Aunt Sally and make sure she knows
