I drove home from Sunday dinner with Sandra's name sitting in my chest like something that has taken up permanent residence.My mother said it.My mother, who has no reason to know that name, who exists in a completely separate part of my life from everything happening with Caleb, said Sandra on the phone in her kitchen and then turned around and offered me cornbread like nothing happened.She was good about it too. That is the thing. The recovery was so smooth, the pivot to warmth so immediate, that if I had blinked at the wrong moment I would have missed the look entirely.But I did not blink.Monday morning,I woke up exhausted, splashed water on my face, then returned to my room and called my mumNot to ask directly. I have learned enough from the last few weeks to know that direct does not always get you further than sideways. My mother deflects direct the way water deflects off glass. Smooth, complete, leaving no trace.So I called her the way I always call her. Just checking in.
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