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The following week went by quickly. We skipped girls’ night Sunday because of Ms. Georgia’s party, so I avoided answering questions about Ian. Finley texted me to see if everything was okay, and I assured her it was. She didn’t push, and I didn’t offer anything. It was like my night with Ian never happened.
Maybe it was all a dream. That was what it felt like. He didn’t come in to Cracked while I was working, and I didn’t see him in town. Usually I ran into him once or twice a week, but I didn’t see him at all.
I had my shot at a night with Ian, and my mother ruined it. With zero remorse. The next day, she got up all happy and cheerful, smiling as she made breakfast. She had no idea what she interrupted or what she said to me. I wanted to hate her for it, but she was my mom.
Karissa
