the information.”
And I believed she would.
Outside, the March air was cold.
Mom pulled on her good coat.
“Eat more next time.”
I laughed.
“There’s going to be a next time?”
“There are going to be many dinners.”
She started toward her car.
“It’ll get easier.”
“Because Catherine will change?”
“No.”
She smiled.
“Because you’ll understand her.”
“Understanding someone is much easier than constantly being surprised by them.”
I stopped her.
“Mom.”
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“The dress.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“I thought the dress embarrassed you.”
