“Surprise me.”
She winked. And just like that, Gary the ergonomic-chair salesman became a ghost—a cautionary tale, a footnote, a tiny, ridiculous speed bump on the long, strange road of my mother’s recalibration. mother's bad date
She pulled the carnation out of her hair. It had lost two petals. She looked at it, then at me, and for the first time all night, she smiled. A real one. “Surprise me
So last Saturday, she caught a boot.
“Next time,” she said, finishing the last of the pistachio, “I’m bringing you. You can make faces at him from across the table.” ridiculous speed bump on the long