I called Mom while I was shopping and asked, “Should I bring chocolate cake or apple pie for Christmas?” – Welcome

her standing in the foyer beside those two giant suitcases, speaking to me like I was hired help.

“Because arguing with you at eleven o’clock would have accomplished nothing.”

“So you were planning the six-o’clock ambush?”

“I wouldn’t call it an ambush.”

She gave me a look.

“There was a lawyer at breakfast.”

“Fine. It was a very organized breakfast.”

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