Chapter 9

In my mind I remembered the night before. The hot tub, the steak, the phone call before dinner…“So what’s this about your mom coming down for a visit?”

“I don’t think it’s a real good idea,” Lee replied. He let go of one side of the paper to sip his coffee. I got a quick glimpse at his face, closed as a fist, before he raised the paper again. His doctor face, I called it, the mask he wore at work. I hated when he wore it around me.

Beneath the table, I kicked at him playfully. “It took me six months to break through that frown of yours. Don’t play the doctor with me. Why’s it not a good idea?”

Lee gave me his not nowsigh and shook his head. “You don’t know my mother.”

“I told you, she can’t be all bad. She had you, didn’t she?”