[23] Permission Granted (Part 3)

(Malory)

I’m just getting out of the shower when my phone rings.

Mom is calling...

I answer and drop onto my bed, wet, wrapped only in my towel.

“Mom?”

“Honeyyyyyyy,” she says, excited. “I have some news.”

“What is it?”

Are you coming home?

“So recently, while I was out in the streets buying some groceries, I bumped into someone –long story short, I bumped into him again and we started talking and… well… he’s asked me out to dinner at this super fancy restaurant.”

A date?

“Oh… my god,” I say, and I’m not sure how to feel. “Wow.”

“And he’s from Canada, too. He’s just here on work business –like me.”

“What’s his name?” I ask. “You seem so excited about this. It’s so nice to hear that bubbly part of your voice. Is he really that good of a guy?”

It’s wonderful that she’s getting over my dad at last –it’s wonderful that she’s moving on.