Page 87 of Lunar Diamonds
My phone rang. Mum. Oh, crap. Should I answer?
I did. “Hi ya.” I kept my tone pleasant, normal.
“Why didn’t you call me about the library?”
She sounded really hurt. “Sorry, Mum. It was a crazy day.”
“Too crazy to call me? I’m your mother. You should’ve called me straight away.”
Oh, she really couldn’t take any high ground here, not after what I’d learned.
Don’t go there yet. “I know. I’m sorry.”
At least she didn’t yell at me, in one of her happier moods.“I’m just glad to hear your voice.”
“Yours, too.”
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Erm…” I rummaged for an excuse.
“How about Sunday dinner?”
And drag Drake along with me? I don’t think so. We weren’t ready to explain that.
What a shame. She made an incredible roast dinner. I mean, those roast potatoes were beyond chef’s kiss. And the homemade stuffing? Get in me!
But not now, with too many unanswered questions looming.
I went in with an excuse. “I can’t tomorrow, sorry. I just need to recharge after yesterday, you know?”
“I understand. I’m here if you need anything.”
She fell for my lie as easy as margarine spread on hot toast.
“Maybe in a few weeks,” I added.
“Please make it work, it’s been too long. Let’s do a Sunday, if you can.”
God, it sucked to lie.
What, like her?
“Will do, Mum. How are you?”
“Happy to see some sunshine.”
“Yeah.”
“And you?”
“I’ll be okay.”
She sighed.“Those bloody shades.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I’ll let you go. Can I send you some money?”
