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“You okay?”
“Been better.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“Your mom, she asked our driver to take us to Nashville after we left the diner. She’d seen stuff on social media and wanted to see what it was all about. I was surprised when she said she wanted to go, and that she wanted to go by car. You know her, she doesn’t travel at a slow pace. But she likes the mountains. Wanted to see the scenery.”
My head jerks back. “Huh? Mom?”
He nods, his eyes closed. “Surprised about that, too. Figured she was thinking about our time with you at the diner and we didn’t need to be back in Chicago. Thought it would be fun.”
“Was it?”
“For a while.” He smirks. “Then it went sideways.”
“What happened?”
“Your mom got into it with some people who bumped into her and spilled their drinks on her. She’d had too much to drink and this gal, she didn’t take too kindly to your mom’s words. I’ve never seen a catfight before. Don’t care to see one again.”
My jaw drops. “Mom got into a physical fight?”
“Sure did.”
“Was the other girl arrested, too?”
“The other girl didn’t spit at and punch a cop.”
My eyes have to be the size of saucers. “She didwhat?!”I shout.
He nods slowly. “It was quite a night. I don’t think we’ll have martinis or tequila again. Ever.”
“Oh my gosh,” I whisper then start hysterically laughing. “I can’t… Man, I wish I could have seen that.”
“Probably can. I’m sure it’ll be circling social media. Lots of people were taking videos on their phones. Which is why she punched the cop. He wouldn’t put a stop to them recording the incident and I guess it tipped her over the edge.”
“Dad… that’s assault on a police officer.”
He nods again. “Yup. Not sure what’s all happening now.”
“Well, I hate to add to your stress, but…”
He lifts his head and catches my eye. “What?”
“Dorothy and Brooklyn came with me yesterday. When we landed in Nashville, Dorothy wasn’t feeling very well. Ended up needing to call an ambulance and that’s why you weren’t rescued from jail last night. Dorothy had a heart attack and we spent the night at the hospital while she had bypass surgery.”
“Holy shit,” he says quietly. “Is she okay?”
“She will be. She’ll be there at least through tomorrow. Maybe another day.”
He scrubs a hand down his face that’s covered in stubble.
“Your mom and I just figured you were making us wait to teach us a lesson.”
“Good lesson you needed to learn, I guess.”
“Yeah,” he agrees. “Can we visit her? Is she up for that?”
I wince. “Not sure. I’ll call Brooklyn in a bit. She’s there with her now.”
