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12:01 a.m. Cassie: What are you doing?
12:10 a.m. Cassie: Hello? Lauren, why aren’t you answering me?
They continued three more times. It wasn’t as if I had been avoiding Cassie. I just—needed a break. Well, that and the fact that the music was loud and I didn’t know she was going to be texting me all night. She was well aware that I wasn’t planning on going to the club anytime soon.
When I got home and before getting into bed, I replied to the last text Cassie sent.
3:00 a.m. Me: I was just out with some friends. Sorry music was loud.
Just seconds later she responded. 3:01 a.m. Cassie: You scared me. I thought you were mad at me or worse—DEAD.
3:05 a.m. Me: Sorry about that. See you tomorrow. I’m just in, so I’m heading to bed.
3:10 a.m. Cassie: Okay. Night.
I plugged my phone in, then rolled over and shut my eyes.
***** It was a relief knowing that I had the entire day to relax before the night came as I stressed about the masquerade. Either the night was going to be a lot of fun or it was going to be horrible. At least there would be Cristal to keep me numb to all the drama that was guaranteed to follow.
“Lauren , are you coming down to eat anytime today?” my mother called. I grabbed my black kimono sweater and slippers, then trudged my way to the kitchen. My neck was a little stiff from the accident. Resting was what I should have been doing last night. “I see you were out late, again,” she said with a frown.
“Yeah some of my co -workers invited me out.” I shrugged, taking a seat at the table.
“Coffee?” she asked, holding a mug.
“Please.” I crossed my legs on the seat of the chair. “I know you’re an adult, but I worry about you, Lauren,” she
said, placing the mug in front of me.
“I don’t mean to make you worry,” I replied.
“With the accident the other day—”
I interrupted, “I’m sorry. I know how that must have all
looked.”
“Do you have a problem with drugs?” she asked hesitantly. “What—no!” I gasped, and then laughed. “You never have to
worry ab out that.”
“Okay.” My mom chewed the inside of her lip.
“How about those eggs?” I asked, touching her arm. My
mother nodded, and then walked over to the stove.
“I’m heading to the spa at eleven. Did you want to join me?
Maybe they can work out that shoulder,” she said.
“Actually, I think that would be a great idea,” I replied, smiling.
“I could get my nails done too.” It pleased my mother to spend the
day together. Before cooking my eggs she walked over to the dock
where the phone was and called the spa to squeeze me in.
