![]() “So is this a summer job? A temporary sort of thing?” “Oh.” There’s a lilt in my mother’s voice. “I’ve accepted a position at Hershman Medical Research,” I say. “Well, what is it?” Mom’s thin brows lift. They probably think we’re going to announce a pregnancy or a wedding or something equally unexpected. I can only imagine what’s going through their mind. The two of them stand so still I can’t be sure they’re even breathing. “It’ll only take a minute.”īoth of my parents look to me, then to him. Madden’s hand squeezes the side of my hip, a silent reassurance of sorts. What she’s really trying to say is, “Don’t drink on an empty stomach.” “Did you see the spread? The brisket is to die for.” Mom points toward the catering station. “We were wondering when you were going to arrive.” Mom turns to Madden. ![]() ![]() ![]() “Brighton,” my mother says when she approaches. They’re halfway here when Madden places his arm around the small of my back. In that moment, my mother spots me from across the yard, pointing and waving and tapping on my father’s arm. “Thank you.” I take another sip, deciding here and now that this is the most amazing drink I’ve ever had in my life. “Didn’t know what kind of wine you liked, so I got you a dessert wine,” he tells me. ![]()
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