Somewhere along the way, she’d traded all of that for designer dresses and a fiancé whose mother wore real pearls to brunch.
Even lost, she wasn’t fooled.
Greg’s family didn’t know about Mom.
Vanessa had told them our mother traveled often, lived abroad, and was hard to pin down.
I’d heard her say it at the engagement party, smooth as silk, and I’d swallowed it like a stone.
« You’ll come visit Tuesday? » Mom asked.
« I’ll come Tuesday. »
I kissed her forehead and gathered my coat.
Greg’s family didn’t know about Mom.
At the door, I turned.
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