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Then the tables turned and Harmony cast me a scolding glance. "Sit down and relax. Tell me about your day."
"When did you get so old?" I asked, sitting at the table and feeling like a child.
"I'm wise beyond my years." She giggled and winked at me.
"You're much wiser than me, that's for sure. And I bet you had a better day." I dunked my tea bag. "You know Alfred, the cop?"
Harmony wrinkled her nose.
"My thoughts exactly." I raised my eyebrows. "He touched my butt on accident today."
"Ewww! Gross. That's so sick." She squealed. "Boys are gross. I just want to be all alone like you when I grow up."
"Wow, gee. Thanks." I grimaced, not sure if that was the healthiest example to be setting for her. "Independence is good."
"All alone…who's all alone?" My mother breezed into the kitchen, tight yoga pants holding in her rather petite, almost fifty-year-old frame. She wore a strappy yoga shirt, bare feet, and a scrunchie. "No one's alone. We're all connected through this big, beautiful universe."
She scurried over to the refrigerator and pulled the door open. "Has anyone seen my yoga mat?"
"I bet it's not in there," I said, watching her sift through an array of yogurts.
"Hello to you too, darling." My mother waltzed over and kissed my cheek. "Don't you go spreading the nonsense that being alone is the way to spend your life. Just because you like to run away from—"
"I don't run away!" I stood up and took a few steps toward the front door. "What is it with everyone today?"
"There you go, dear, running away."
"I'm not running. I'm walking."
"You're walking very quickly," Harmony piped in.
I refrained from rolling my eyes at the world.
"Can you watch your sister Friday? I'm going out with Darren." My mom flounced down in the seat I'd recently evacuated.
"Who's Darren?"
"My yoga instructor." My mother leaned forward conspiratorially. "The only one in town."
"Wow, Mom. Good job." I eyed her up and down. That explained the getup.
"Do I look…yoga-ish to you?"
"Lose the scrunchie, Ma."
"I like the scrunchie."
"Darren won't like the scrunchie."
"But it's yoga-ish."
"No, it's hippie-ish."
"Oh." A little dejectedly, my mother pulled the scrunchie from her hair, which was still light brown and thick, curling in cute little swirls around her shoulder. Of all things to inherit from my mom, I wanted her hair. Instead, I'd gotten her average nose and nothing else. I'd also missed her ability to land an endless stream of dates, husbands, and friends. Despite being odd and flighty, my mother was a kindhearted fixture of the town.
She had friends from church, PTA, softball league, bar league baseball, and now yoga, I highly suspected, among a number of other things. My mom was pleasant and easy to get along with—as long as she wasn't your mother. Stability and discipline weren't high on my mother's priority list, which had made growing up under her quite a roller coaster.
"Friday is fine." I put a hand on Harmony's head. "We were gonna hang out anyway."
"Unless she's in J-A-I-L. " Harmony spelled it out from under my hand.
I turned her head to face me. "Excuse me? Where did you hear that?"
"Honey, people are talking," my mother said. "I've gotten no less than eleven phone calls this morning."
"I didn't do anything!"
"Of course you didn't," my mother said. "We know that. It's just…people like to talk."
"What are they saying?"
Harmony opened her mouth to speak, but my mother shook her head. "I'm late for yoga class. Don't worry, dear. I'm sure everyone believes you didn't do it."
My mother whisked out the door, kissing both me and Harmony on the cheek but not quite making eye contact with me.
I gave a long, deep sigh.
"Life is tough sometimes, isn't it?" Harmony said.
"You're tellin' me."
"Here." My sister reached up and pulled down a box of Froot Loops. "This always helps me."
I smiled. "Guess we're related."
"Yeah." She grinned. "I'm glad you're back. It's not everyone who has an older sister
Then the tables turned and Harmony cast me a scolding glance. "Sit down and relax. Tell me about your day."
"When did you get so old?" I asked, sitting at the table and feeling like a child.
"I'm wise beyond my years." She giggled and winked at me.
"You're much wiser than me, that's for sure. And I bet you had a better day." I dunked my tea bag. "You know Alfred, the cop?"
Harmony wrinkled her nose.
"My thoughts exactly." I raised my eyebrows. "He touched my butt on accident today."
"Ewww! Gross. That's so sick." She squealed. "Boys are gross. I just want to be all alone like you when I grow up."
"Wow, gee. Thanks." I grimaced, not sure if that was the healthiest example to be setting for her. "Independence is good."
"All alone…who's all alone?" My mother breezed into the kitchen, tight yoga pants holding in her rather petite, almost fifty-year-old frame. She wore a strappy yoga shirt, bare feet, and a scrunchie. "No one's alone. We're all connected through this big, beautiful universe."
She scurried over to the refrigerator and pulled the door open. "Has anyone seen my yoga mat?"
"I bet it's not in there," I said, watching her sift through an array of yogurts.
"Hello to you too, darling." My mother waltzed over and kissed my cheek. "Don't you go spreading the nonsense that being alone is the way to spend your life. Just because you like to run away from—"
"I don't run away!" I stood up and took a few steps toward the front door. "What is it with everyone today?"
"There you go, dear, running away."
"I'm not running. I'm walking."
"You're walking very quickly," Harmony piped in.
I refrained from rolling my eyes at the world.
"Can you watch your sister Friday? I'm going out with Darren." My mom flounced down in the seat I'd recently evacuated.
"Who's Darren?"
"My yoga instructor." My mother leaned forward conspiratorially. "The only one in town."
"Wow, Mom. Good job." I eyed her up and down. That explained the getup.
"Do I look…yoga-ish to you?"
"Lose the scrunchie, Ma."
"I like the scrunchie."
"Darren won't like the scrunchie."
"But it's yoga-ish."
"No, it's hippie-ish."
"Oh." A little dejectedly, my mother pulled the scrunchie from her hair, which was still light brown and thick, curling in cute little swirls around her shoulder. Of all things to inherit from my mom, I wanted her hair. Instead, I'd gotten her average nose and nothing else. I'd also missed her ability to land an endless stream of dates, husbands, and friends. Despite being odd and flighty, my mother was a kindhearted fixture of the town.
She had friends from church, PTA, softball league, bar league baseball, and now yoga, I highly suspected, among a number of other things. My mom was pleasant and easy to get along with—as long as she wasn't your mother. Stability and discipline weren't high on my mother's priority list, which had made growing up under her quite a roller coaster.
"Friday is fine." I put a hand on Harmony's head. "We were gonna hang out anyway."
"Unless she's in J-A-I-L. " Harmony spelled it out from under my hand.
I turned her head to face me. "Excuse me? Where did you hear that?"
"Honey, people are talking," my mother said. "I've gotten no less than eleven phone calls this morning."
"I didn't do anything!"
"Of course you didn't," my mother said. "We know that. It's just…people like to talk."
"What are they saying?"
Harmony opened her mouth to speak, but my mother shook her head. "I'm late for yoga class. Don't worry, dear. I'm sure everyone believes you didn't do it."
My mother whisked out the door, kissing both me and Harmony on the cheek but not quite making eye contact with me.
I gave a long, deep sigh.
"Life is tough sometimes, isn't it?" Harmony said.
"You're tellin' me."
"Here." My sister reached up and pulled down a box of Froot Loops. "This always helps me."
I smiled. "Guess we're related."
"Yeah." She grinned. "I'm glad you're back. It's not everyone who has an older sister
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