Her attention sharpened. “Tell me.”
“Her name is Anna. She’s a nurse. Works night shifts near the hospital.”
She nodded. “Good. Practical. Background?”
“Both parents. Teacher and doctor. They live out of state.”
Satisfied, she smiled—until I continued.
“She has a son. Aaron. He’s seven.”
She paused just long enough to be noticed. Sipped her wine. Set the glass down carefully.
“That’s a complicated situation.”
“She’s amazing,” I said. “And Aaron’s wonderful. He told me I was his favorite grown-up.”
“I’m sure she values support,” my mother replied coolly. “Reliable men are rare.”
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