I’ve been avoiding my mother’s phone calls. But as I spend time with Derek and the girls a few days after seeing Melinda, I realize it won’t stick.
“Seems like someone has been attempting to reach you?” Derek questions as my phone lights up with the sixth call in the past twenty minutes.
“My lovely mother,” I tell him honestly, sending this call to voicemail, too.
“Any reason why you’ve been ignoring all her messages?”
“Just easier, I suppose.”
“She’s your mother, Evelyn.”
“And the sky is blue,” I retort.
He raises his left eyebrow. “And that means?”
“That we’re stating facts. Your turn,” I respond dryly.
He laughs quietly as the girls run through the kitchen area where we sit. “Come now, what if it’s important? You
