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“Yes, Miss Trisha?”
“Would you mind making a pair of coffees for me and my daughter? A bit of cream for both.”
“Of course.” She smiled and prepared to turn.
“I’m Dream, by the way,” I introduced myself.
“Nice to meet you, Miss Dream,” she said.
I smiled right back at her. “Just Dream is fine. And you know what? I think I can make my own coffee.”
Mom’s eyes flashed. “No, you won’t. Analyn, please go ahead and prepare them.”
Another nod and Analyn hurried over to an expensive looking espresso machine and went to work with quick hands.
“Mom, you hired a maid?”
Mom scoffed as she led me over to the kitchen bar to sit down. “We prefer the term housekeeper. Believe me, I didn’t plan on it. But Amber down the road and I were having lunch and she told me about how she’d hired someone to help out around the house and how much it changed her life. She told me to try it for a few weeks and see how I liked it, and now I can’t imagine getting through a day without Analyn’s help. Not to mention, I’m sponsoring her Visa from the Philippines. It works out for everyone, you know?”
Analyn hurried over and placed two steaming mugs of coffee on the bar.
“Thank you, Analyn,” Mom said. “I’ll let you know if we need anything else.”
With a silent nod, she turned and was gone.
“Go on,” Mom gestured to my cup. “She makes an amazing cup of coffee.”
It felt weird to be waited on like that, and it made me want to get to the heart of the matter.
“How the hell can you afford all of this?” I asked. “I don’t even want to guess how much it cost.”
“Surprisingly less than you might think. The previous buyer was a motivated seller.”
“But still,” I said. “How?” Right after I said the word, I noticed there was something different about Mom – her lips. They were huge. “Did you get filler?”
Mom smiled, then flicked her eyes over to the food. “Eat up. We’ve got quite a bit to discuss, it seems.”
I sighed, my stomach grumbling to remind me that I hadn’t had breakfast yet. I went straight for the everything bagels, grabbing one and preparing to smother it with some nearby cream cheese.
“You chose the most carb-loaded thing here,” she said. “That sort of habit is going to catch up with you if you’re not careful.”
I narrowed my eyes, opening my mouth wide and taking a huge bite of the bagel.
“You know,” I said after I chewed and swallowed. “Most moms would give it twenty minutes after seeing their daughter for the first time in a year before calling her fat.”
“Oh, stop being so dramatic. You’re not fat, which is why I want to keep it that way. You’re on the market again, remember? Last thing you’re going to want is an extra twenty pounds in all the wrong places.”
I followed this up with another bite of my bagel.
“Sooo good,” I said with my mouth full for extra effect. “Nothing like carbs.”
Mom flashed me a wry smile. “Cute. But someone’s got to look out for your future. Seems to me that you’re failing on that front.”
“Wait,” I asked, setting down my bagel. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Mom lowered her eyes and tilted her head toward me in a “come on, now,” expression.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You were engaged to a handsome, wealthy young man and you threw it away. Now you’re back to square one, living on your friend’s couch. Why you’re not living with me, I can’t understand. There’s more than enough room for you here.”
