After I eat, I clean up the kitchen and do the dishes. Oddly, I like doing the dishes. It was one of my secret things I enjoyed when the diner was dead at night and we were looking for things to do. Just as I finish up the dishes my phone buzzes in my sweatpant’s pocket. I dry my hands with the hand towel before pulling my cell out of my pocket. It’s my mom. Curious, I pick up the call. “Hi, Mom,” I greet. “Hi, Honey. How are you doing?” She queries. “I’m good. Is everything okay?” I question, trying to hide my anxiety. “Everything is fine. I can’t call my daughter to talk to her?” Now she sounds irritated. “Of course, you can call me, Mom. I just wanted to make sure you and dad are okay. Just because I don’t live with you anymore and a married woman doesn’t mean I don’t care about you guys.” I defend in a calm tone. “Well, that’s good to know. Anyway, I wanted to tell you I saw Gail and Debie at the supermarket yesterday while picking up a birthday cake for a coworker's birthda
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