Chapter Eight
I fumble a little with the phone, but fortunately my mom's busy getting the car started and finding a place to put her purse since I'm in the front seat, where she usually leaves it. By the time she looks up, I'm watching her with a measured smile, not wanting to appear too happy or not happy enough.
She frowns.
"Did you get a call? I didn't hear anything."
I look away quickly as I think of how to answer, and she backs out of the parking space. Like all mothers, though, she can multi-task with the best of them.
"Jenny?"
If I say no, she'll know I'm lying. If I say yes, she'll ask who it was.
"Michael texted. We saw each other at the diner this morning, and it was kind of awkward, so he was apologizing."
She stops at the light at the top of the hill where the parking l
