have had. The kind of future university grads have.
âIâm not a good singer,â I said. âI never was. You just thought I was good because youâre my mom.â
âHow about if you come to choir practice next week and try it, one time? The choir members arenât all my age. Some are in their twenties and thirties. And Wendy and I are in the soprano section. You wouldnât have to hang out with us, or even talk to us. Youâd be an alto or a tenor with your raspy voice.â
I picked up my phone from the coffee table and pretended it had vibrated. âI missed a call from Nathan. I should call him back. Iâm working twelve to nine tomorrow, so Iâm staying at his place tonight.â
âSay youâll at least think about the choir. Iâll pay the fee if you join.â
She had that right.
âIâll think about it. I promise.â
âGood. Could you pass me my wallet? Itâs in my purse, on the floor. I want to give you money for the Thai food.â
I fished out the wallet and waited while she picked through the receipts, ticket stubs and dollar bills she had stuffed into it.
She said, âThatâs weird. I thought I had more cash than this. Did you take some out of here already?â
âHow could I have done that? I just handed you the wallet two seconds ago.â
âI meant before I went to choir practice.â
Was she losing her mind? âI wasnât here before your practice, remember? I got home from work after you left. And ordered the Thai food. As you instructed.â
She shook her head. âSo you did. Iâm sorry, I wasnât thinking. Here.â She handed me a ten and a twenty. âI thought I had more cash on me. I must have spent it somewhere.â
âI love how your first thought when money is missing is that I took it.â
âI said I was sorry.â She smiled up at me. âI used to take money from my motherâs wallet all the time when I was a teenagerâ a five here, a few singles there. She never noticed.â
âWell, Iâm not a teenager. And I guess Iâm more trustworthy than you were.â
So far I was anyway.
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