Girls! Slow down!”
‘Not a chance,’ Bailey thought, heart beating in time to Shadow’s hooves. At her side, astride Midnight, Lily’s laughter was caught by the wind. Bailey risked a glance at her sister and responded with her own laugh. Lily’s chestnut hair streamed behind her and her old t-shirt whipped around her slender body.
‘No way we’re slowing down,’ Bailey thought again. ‘We’re chasing down the wind!’
“Mom, I’m home!”
My mother appeared around the corner with a big smile.
“Claire! How was California?”
She took one of the bags I was squeezing through the door and headed for the kitchen.
“Your dad’s grilling steak. Scott should be here soon.”
Leave it to my social mother. I was at the end of a long month full of finals, graduation, and a last hurrah with the girls. Before long I would make the drive to the Art Institute of Chicago. What I really wanted: simple dinner, cup of tea, movie, and bed.
Alas, no. My mother believes everyone needs as much social interaction as she does. Once my brother arrived he would keep me up late talking and laughing. Oh, well; it could be worse. She could have invited more people.
“And, I thought you’d like to see Matt and Martha, and Scott’s bringing Jimmy,” she added.Sigh. At least the wine would be good.