“I finally called my mom. Dinner tomorrow. Wish me luck.”
I smiled, then set my phone down.
Elaine turned one of Mom’s old cards between her fingers.
“I don’t know what happens with us now,” she said.
“Neither do I. But I’d like to see you again, if you’ll let me.”
“No pressure,” I added. “I think I’ve done enough of that in my own way.”
Her expression softened.
I thought about how jealous I’d been of Raven, a woman half my age, simply because Mom had shared something with her that she hadn’t shared with me.
Maybe I had known my mother well. I just hadn’t known every part of her.
Elaine reached for her coffee.
“Call me next week.”
“I will.”
And for once, I was ready to work on myself instead of trying to fix everyone else.
