Chapter 165

But maybe she knows that my reply would be something along the lines of, “And he’s not happy, Mom. Barely employed, alone, still living at home. Do you honestly want me to be like that?” No, better not to bring Ray up at all. That’s an issue he has with her, I’m not going to allow myself to be dragged into the middle of it. I simply smile and ask, “So we’re okay?”

That short laugh again, and a tight smile. “I’m okay, you’re okay,” she says, then pats my arm. “Go on, Mikey. Let me put my face on, will you?”

With a final hug, I rise to my feet and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Caitlin looks pretty in that dress,” I tell her, for no reason at all.

The sardonic look she gives me makes me grin. “She looks like she’s going to a damn cocktail party,” she mutters. “Wears black every day of the year except the one time she needsto. I swear that girl is so contrary.” When I laugh, she frowns at me. “Why are you laughing, mister? You’re just as bad.”