They agreed to meet at a pleasant but generic Italian chain restaurant in the afternoon, and for the rest of the morning Elizabeth worried about whether her mother would be upset with her for her disappearance. She had disappeared for weeks like this in the past, and her mother had never been concerned about it. Marlene was well aware her daughter needed time alone sometimes, and saw it was the least self-destructive option.
“What else should I know about your mother? Is there anything she really hates, or that she especially likes? What kind of jokes does she like? I want to make a good impression,” Sawyer was rifling through the wardrobe for something to wear, “should I be wearing a suit or what?”
Elizabeth laughed.
“You’ve never met a parent like this before, have you?”
“Obviously n
