in conversation, I can
 
 tell Mom I asked,
 
 but he had other plans.
 
 I call about eight.
 
 “Hey, Trent. It’s Kristina.
 
 Long time, no talk.
 
 “I heard you’re working
 
 for a lawyer. Hope
 
 he’s really cute!”
 
 Trent hesitates, not
 
 at all sure why I’m striking
 
 up a conversation.
 
 He’s not bad, actually.
 
 But that can’t be why
 
 you called. What’s up?
 
 To the point, and why
 
 not? We haven’t spoken
 
 since before I had Hunter.
 
 “Actually, I’m driving over
 
 to Stockton tomorrow
 
 afternoon and wondered
 
 if you’d like to ride along.
 
 I thought you might like
 
 to drop in on Robyn.”
 
 Thanks for thinking
 
 of me, Kristina. But
 
 I have to work and
 
 even if I didn’t, I
 
 wouldn’t go. Robyn
 
 is on a fast track to death.