"Honey, I think your Dad's seeing another woman."
Mom's voice is tiny through the phone, which is on speaker mode because Lacey is doing my makeup. But she keeps stabbing me in the damn eye.
"Stay put!" She hisses, as if having a sharp pencil millimeters from my eyes isn't nerve-wrecking enough.
"He doesn't call like he used to," Mom continues. "Last week, we were having a conversation on the phone, and I heard a woman's voice at the background. Giggling. That sound has been stuck to my head."
They both had similar issues like this when they were still married. Mom always feared Dad's grinding on some woman whenever she's not home because let's face it, it's hard having a ladies man for a husband. It almost seems like Mabel got all the family's good looks, and I fell from the sky.
"Don't you get the signals?" I say. "He's trying to move on. Sooner or later, he's going to find someone else. And you will, too."
There's a pause, as
