hear that, but I sure hope you don’t let it affect your grades.”
“I'm
sure you do,” I said sarcastically with a smirk on my face. “How's work?”
“It’s
alright. I’ve been busier than I expected, but that’s a good thing. I’d rather
be busy than bored, other than the fact that I don’t get to see you as much as
I’d like.” She frowned. “Unfortunately, I think I will have to go in early
almost every morning from now on, so I won’t be able to give you rides to
school in the morning anymore. Sorry kiddo.”
“Oh,
that's alright Mom. I forgot to mention that my friend Eli offered to pick me
up in the mornings and drop me off in the afternoons. I guess it’s on his way
home.”
I
felt my stomach grumble as the waitress came and brought us our salad. It was
huge. It came out in a large bowl, with tomatoes, cucumbers, onions, croutons
and Italian dressing already on it. The salad was tasty and I ate almost half
of it on my own, but I wanted to save room for my alfredo so I stopped myself from having more.
“Well,
I’m glad you have someone to take you to school. I was a little worried about
you walking every day.”
“You
worry too much, Mom.”
“I
know, I know, I have to though, you know,” she laughed.
A
few minutes after we finished our salads, the main course came. My alfredo had Romano cheese on top with garlic bread on the
side. It tasted fabulous!
“How’s
your dinner, mom?” I asked curiously.
“It’s
great. How’s yours?”
“Very
good,” I replied with a full mouth. I laughed when I looked up and saw
mom giving me a dirty look. People who talked with their mouth full was a huge
pet peeve of hers, so instead of finishing the bite in my mouth discreetly, I
smiled at her with food laced through my teeth. I couldn’t help but laugh when
the look on her face turned from a scowl to a grin that she tried to hide.
“You
are lucky that I love you!” she giggled.
We
ate the rest of our meal silently. We had been so hungry that it didn’t take us
long to finish eating and pay. The food had been excellent, and as we walked
out we both agreed that we would be back. We trudged out to the car with
our stomachs feeling as though they might burst.
“Have
you talked to your dad since Sunday?” asked my mom.
“Yeah,
I talked to him yesterday, but not for long. I planned on calling him and
having a good conversation this weekend.”
“That’s
good to hear, I'm sure he is worried sick.”
“That’s
one thing you guys always had in common, both of you always worry too much!” I
knew instantly I had said too much. The divorce had been bad and hurt them
both, as it should. Sometimes I didn’t stop to think about it being too soon
for me to say things like that.
It
was silent the rest of the way home. I felt bad that I stuck my foot in my
mouth and turned our night around so quickly; it seemed I was always saying the
wrong things. Mom wouldn’t hold it against me, but that thought didn’t make me
feel any better.
I
checked the answering machine when we got home. There were two messages: one
from my dad, and one from Eli. I decided my dad could wait until later. I
couldn’t believe that I missed Eli’s call. Thankfully, he left his number for
me to call him back. I ran upstairs to call, but unfortunately he wasn't home
so I left a message with his mom.
I
was concentrating so hard on my homework that I jumped, startled, when my mom
called towards my room. “Abby, someone is here to see you.”
Who
could be here to see me? I ran downstairs as fast as I could and was happy to
see Eli standing there with my mom.
“I
called you, no wonder you weren’t home.”
My
mom stood behind Eli and made sure she mouthed “he’s cute” before leaving the
room. I tried to hide my giggle.
“I
see you’ve met my mom,” I observed.
“Yep,”
he smiled.
“Come
on, let’s go in the living room.”
He
followed me and sat down on the couch, and then fiddled with his
“I'm
sure you do,” I said sarcastically with a smirk on my face. “How's work?”
“It’s
alright. I’ve been busier than I expected, but that’s a good thing. I’d rather
be busy than bored, other than the fact that I don’t get to see you as much as
I’d like.” She frowned. “Unfortunately, I think I will have to go in early
almost every morning from now on, so I won’t be able to give you rides to
school in the morning anymore. Sorry kiddo.”
“Oh,
that's alright Mom. I forgot to mention that my friend Eli offered to pick me
up in the mornings and drop me off in the afternoons. I guess it’s on his way
home.”
I
felt my stomach grumble as the waitress came and brought us our salad. It was
huge. It came out in a large bowl, with tomatoes, cucumbers, onions, croutons
and Italian dressing already on it. The salad was tasty and I ate almost half
of it on my own, but I wanted to save room for my alfredo so I stopped myself from having more.
“Well,
I’m glad you have someone to take you to school. I was a little worried about
you walking every day.”
“You
worry too much, Mom.”
“I
know, I know, I have to though, you know,” she laughed.
A
few minutes after we finished our salads, the main course came. My alfredo had Romano cheese on top with garlic bread on the
side. It tasted fabulous!
“How’s
your dinner, mom?” I asked curiously.
“It’s
great. How’s yours?”
“Very
good,” I replied with a full mouth. I laughed when I looked up and saw
mom giving me a dirty look. People who talked with their mouth full was a huge
pet peeve of hers, so instead of finishing the bite in my mouth discreetly, I
smiled at her with food laced through my teeth. I couldn’t help but laugh when
the look on her face turned from a scowl to a grin that she tried to hide.
“You
are lucky that I love you!” she giggled.
We
ate the rest of our meal silently. We had been so hungry that it didn’t take us
long to finish eating and pay. The food had been excellent, and as we walked
out we both agreed that we would be back. We trudged out to the car with
our stomachs feeling as though they might burst.
“Have
you talked to your dad since Sunday?” asked my mom.
“Yeah,
I talked to him yesterday, but not for long. I planned on calling him and
having a good conversation this weekend.”
“That’s
good to hear, I'm sure he is worried sick.”
“That’s
one thing you guys always had in common, both of you always worry too much!” I
knew instantly I had said too much. The divorce had been bad and hurt them
both, as it should. Sometimes I didn’t stop to think about it being too soon
for me to say things like that.
It
was silent the rest of the way home. I felt bad that I stuck my foot in my
mouth and turned our night around so quickly; it seemed I was always saying the
wrong things. Mom wouldn’t hold it against me, but that thought didn’t make me
feel any better.
I
checked the answering machine when we got home. There were two messages: one
from my dad, and one from Eli. I decided my dad could wait until later. I
couldn’t believe that I missed Eli’s call. Thankfully, he left his number for
me to call him back. I ran upstairs to call, but unfortunately he wasn't home
so I left a message with his mom.
I
was concentrating so hard on my homework that I jumped, startled, when my mom
called towards my room. “Abby, someone is here to see you.”
Who
could be here to see me? I ran downstairs as fast as I could and was happy to
see Eli standing there with my mom.
“I
called you, no wonder you weren’t home.”
My
mom stood behind Eli and made sure she mouthed “he’s cute” before leaving the
room. I tried to hide my giggle.
“I
see you’ve met my mom,” I observed.
“Yep,”
he smiled.
“Come
on, let’s go in the living room.”
He
followed me and sat down on the couch, and then fiddled with his
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