Page 85 of Safe With You

I stopped trying to figure out how we’d gotten there.

That was how conversations with my mother worked.

“You coming Sunday?” she asked eventually.

“I was planning to.”

“Planning?”

“I’m coming.”

“Okay, then.”

I smiled. “You know, most people ask before deciding somebody is coming to their house.”

“Most people aren’t your mother.”

“Convenient.”

“It is.”

I returned the last shirt to my closet, leaving the green one draped across the chair.

At least one decision had been made.

“What time?” I asked.

“After church is fine. I’m cooking.”

“What are you making?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“Then how do you know you’re cooking?”

“Because people do it every day, Luna.”

I laughed. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“I’ll figure it out.”

“Okay. Just don’t make anything weird.”

“When have I ever made anything weird?”

I opened my mouth.

“Don’t answer that.”

I laughed harder.

“I have to finish getting ready.”

“All right. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

The simple admission softened something in me.

“Well, you heard it.”