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Five Star Review – Alyssa N. Vaughn
“I beg your pardon?” I manage to sputter, following behind her to break the boxes down into smaller pieces that will actually fit inside the bin. My toddler, Johnny, is in bed already, but my mother insists that we have “girl time” at the end of each one of her unannounced visits.
“We all do.” she says breezily. “You, me, your sister, your dad. Especially your dad!”
“Okay.” I say hesitantly, hoping that this conversation will just die off if I don’t engage too much.
“I mean, if you’re going to have another baby, you need to be in better shape, don’t you?” she takes the dishes off the table and carries them to the sink, places them on the draining board with the clean cereal bowls from this morning, with the wine glasses from last night that are waiting reproachfully to be put away.
I wait until she pours herself another glass of diet cola before I get up and rinse the dishes, leaving them in the sink for later.
My mother has, thankfully, moved on to talk about my cousin’s new job, and how she’ll be moving closer to the rest of the family. If you listen very carefully for the way she breathes between sentences, you can hear that my cousin is leaving her partner, and our whole family is dying to know if she’ll go “back to men” when she starts dating again.