My Mother Showed Up After The Concert

behind her. I hadn’t seen her there at first. She was still dressed for the concert: black boots, red lipstick, leather jacket over a shirt that probably cost more than my bassinet. Her mascara was smudged under one eye.

“Mom,” she said, small. “You said Amanda had a headache.”

My mother didn’t look at her.

“Christina, not now.”

“No. You said she was overwhelmed continue reading …