Kara
"Hey Mom," I answer my cell, holding it between my shoulder and cheek. She always calls at the worst times. Like right now? I have a sink full of dishes to wash, and I am up to my elbows in it.
"Hi Kara."
Her voice is low and I'm having a hard time hearing her. It won't help for me to ask her to speak up, she fully believes women should be seen and not heard. "What's going on?"
"Your dad and I watched your show last night."
I roll my eyes. I took the food truck downtown for a few hours and live streamed. "It's not a show," I remind her. "It's just what's happening at the moment."
"You should really be more careful. Some of those people looked drunk."