![]() ![]() “The look on your face when Dad said you had to ride up front with him while he drove us.” Remember your mom made me hang my jacket over the radiator before she’d let us leave?” “And he still showed up looking so sexy,” Mom adds.ĭad beams. ![]() “You didn’t have a car and it was the worst snowstorm the earth’s ever seen even though it was April, and you trudged thirty-seven miles without a decent coat. I tried convincing her, but she insisted.” “I told you, she’s staying at her folks’ house this weekend, and she said it didn’t make sense for me to drive all the way out there only to drive back this way. ![]() “I still don’t understand why you aren’t picking her up.” “Maybe I’ll just meet Kate out on the front porch.” She steps away from Dad to pinch my cheeks. I just don’t want it to be at my fun’s expense. “You know your father lives for these moments, Jackie. “My neck is in danger of breaking if I hold this any longer, Dad.” “Okay, now turn your head a touch to the right. “When Kate gets here, this has to stop, okay?” Shadowing me, taking pictures while I shave, brush my teeth, while I rifle through my sock drawer looking for my favorite pair. “Kate’ll love your orchid, but it has nothing to do with the flower.” And I just nod-say a soft “I love you, Mom”-because what else do you say to the woman who made you you? ![]()
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