and been awake since five.
Dad paused briefly.
Then suggested she shouldn’t take it personally. Surely, she could freeze the leftovers.
He had to go.
The waiter had arrived.
He hung up.
I stared at my phone.
Then called Mom.
She answered normally.
“Hello.”
“Did you really just not come?” I asked.
She sighed.
She told me not to start. The restaurant seemed more convenient, and they didn’t want anyone getting sick.
Sick?
Mom said Ava was only seventeen. Cooking was a sweet gesture, but serving that many people food
