“I’m here to see your mother,” Tara says, and I freeze again.“Um, she’s not home right now,” I stutter out, not knowing what to do.“It’s okay, I can wait. May I please come in? "She says," and I nod, mentally giving myself a pat on the back for cleaning up all the beer and wine bottles earlier.“Please, sit on the couch. Would you like anything to eat or drink? "I ask, and she shakes her head no, turning her attention to the TV.I sit next to her, just waiting for my mom to get home.When I hear the car pull up, a warm feeling spikes in my chest, and I know what’s coming: an anxiety attack.I stand, walk slowly towards the door, and open it.“Mom, you have a visitor,” I say, pointing to Tara.“Tara? Why are you here? "She slurs," I cringe, hoping she doesn’t realize.“Are you drunk? "Tara says, concern lacing her voice.Of course she’ll realize; she’s an adult.“No, not at all. I just want my daughter to go get me food. Go now; I want pizza. Leave me and Tara to talk alone. Drop off
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