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I went downstairs I was hoping to avoid my mom, but I knew that wasn’t possible When I walked around the corner and into the kitchen, she was standing at the counter reading the paper and drinking coffee I coughed and she looked up “Morning, Sunshine or should I say Mon Amour”

My eyes almost popped out of their socket “Uhm…”

“Coffee?”

“Yes, please” I sat down and she placed a tall whitein front of me and filled it with hot, black coffee I took a couple of long sips, hoping the hot liquid would burnme unable to speak No such luck I placed the cup on the counter and looked my mother in the eye

“Let’s talk”

I sed hard My insides were turning, and not in a good way This wasn’t the juet when I’et when I know I’ated by my mother

Funny thing, my dad’s the lawyer, yetinformation Maybe she was a spy in her foret information out of her, she never cracks How does she know, Phillippe’s pet name for me?

I was scared to take my eyes off of her I took another couple of sips of caffeine for courage, but I was never any good at playing chicken “What do you want to talk about?”

“Hoas dinner?”

This is clearly a trick question My mother says she never asks a question she doesn’t know the answer to If she’s asking , but a date

“Good” I tried not to s food and wine or theroom I sipped some more coffee

“Where did you go?”

Another trap I wish she’d just coht out and ask But she won’t because that would be showing her hand, and she never shows her hand until she’s ready

“I wasn’t paying attention when the driver dropped me off”

She nodded “Really?”