My Mother Showed Up After The Concert

looked sick.

A small, mean part of me wanted her to feel sick. I wanted someone else to carry one stupid grocery bag of it.

Outside the room, my mother’s voice rose.

“I am her mother. I have a right to be in there.”

Dr. Morrison said something I couldn’t hear.

Then my mother snapped, “This family doesn’t discuss private matters with strangers.”

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