“Can you run up and get your stepdad?” Mom asks.
I huff out a sigh. She just picked me up from the airport. It’s been a long day of traveling, and now I have to run her errands as well? I’m tired, so feeling a little snarky.
“Yeah,” I say as I unbuckle my seat belt.
“Tell him to hurry.”
“I will,” I say as I open my door and duck through the rain and into the lobby of his office building.
Even that short jaunt has my hair wet.
I had it straightened for travel, but I can feel it curving and curling under the moisture of the day. I actually go to college about forty miles from home, but I was traveling for the first few days of winter break because I’m part of a choir ensemble at my university and we had a Christmas performance in New York.
So even though things are warmer in Seattle
