Page 33 of Moonshot

“I don’t know how you’re able to read with your headaches. I can’t handle the eye strain.”

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve read more than ten pages in any of them. Most I buy to have something to occupy my time in the waiting room for appointments. If I like it, I usually try to see if it’s available as an audiobook. That subscription you gave me has been the best gift.”

“I’m glad. I like having narrators read to me when I’m unable to do it myself.” Laughing, I look down into the box she’s carrying and notice we have similar taste in genre. I guess I get my love of romance books from her. At least she has book boyfriends to keep her company. Heck, no wonder she’s not interested in meeting anyone. In my experience, they’re the only men capable of giving you a happily ever after.

“Come, sit down. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. How’ve you been, dear?”

“I’ve been good, Mom. Work is a bit stressful. But for the most part, it’s okay.”

“Your boss still making you miserable?”

“Yes, but I try not to let him get to me. If it gets too bad, I’ll start looking for something else. But I hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“So, what have you been doing with yourself lately? I feel like it’s been ages since we’ve been able to sit and talk.”

“I’m sorry, Mom. When I came by last Sunday, you were sleeping, so I didn’t want to disturb you.” Hesitating briefly, I decide to go all in. “I’ve actually started seeing someone.”

“What?” My mother’s face lights up at the comment. I never know whether to bring up my social life with her. I always feel so guilty for how isolated her life has become. I understand the impact of the headaches, but I just wish she could find a way to improve her quality of life. Enjoy spending time with people again. “Oh, tell me everything, Ava. You’ve been holding out on me.”

“There’s not much to tell. And it’s all very new. He’s been coming to my office for over a year now. I’ve always thought he was handsome but assumed he must be in a relationship. Then one day, out of the blue, he asked me to lunch. We’ve only had a few dates. But, Mom, I really like this guy. I’m so nervous it won’t work out.”

“Honey, any man would be lucky to have a girl as beautiful as you.” I wince, knowing she believes my physical appearance is all I need to catch Mr. Right. If only that were true.

“Well, looks haven’t gotten me too far with anyone else. And honestly, after spending time with him, I’m glad. I’ve never felt a connection to someone like I do with Michael. He’s polite, funny, caring…” My mind wanders to last night and how he made me feel, in and out of the hotel room, and I can sense the flush creeping onto my cheeks.

“Well, I can see the effect he’s having on you. I’m happy for you, Ava. You deserve to find a nice man who’ll make you happy.”

“Mom. It isn’t too late for you to find someone. This new doctor seems to be finally helping. Sure the headaches are still there, but nothing like they were. Maybe you could join a church group or a book club?”

“Ava, I’ve been alone so long, it’s almost uncomfortable to consider stepping outside my bubble.” She looks at her entwined hands a moment before returning her gaze to mine. “I’ll think about it. I’m actually considering volunteering at an animal shelter. I used to love having a pet growing up but could barely manage myself with these headaches. My goodness, you raised yourself.” I grab her hand to assure her this isn’t something she should perseverate on. “This way, I can spend time with the little guys without the fear I won’t be able to care for them if the headaches keep me in bed all day.”

“That’s a great idea, Mom. I’m happy to go with you.”

“Oh, you’re so busy. I can manage. It’s time I try to do a little more than grocery shopping and doctor’s visits.”

“Well, speaking of grocery shopping. I have to head there myself. I’m hoping to meet Eve for brunch tomorrow, and Sunday is my usual day to get caught up on shopping.”

“Well, you enjoy yourself tomorrow. And I want updates on this Michael. I hope I can meet him sometime soon.”

Me too, Mom. Me too.

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As I’m getting ready for bed, I hear my phone buzz with an incoming text.

Michael York

9:30 p.m.

Mick: I miss you.

9:33 p.m.

Ava: I miss you too.

Michael York

9:37 p.m.

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