Eeeeeek.
When I arrived home, Mom was waiting up at the kitchen table in her bathrobe, with a cup of tea. ChooseFurniture
“Well?” she said.
“It was fine.”
“Just fine?”
“It was actually really fun,” I said. “And really weird.”
“Weird how?”
I told her about the test. The text messages. The chair facing northwest. The moon. The new location in Westfield.
“Brent,” she said. “He wants you to manage it?”
“Maybe. Georgia said he’s thinking about it.”
“Mom,” I said. “Don’t. It’s not even real yet.”
“I know,” she said. She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her bathrobe. “I know. I’m just… I’m proud of you. That’s all. Somebody else sees it too. What I’ve always seen.”
From the hallway, Janelle’s bedroom door creaked open. She stuck her head out.
“Did you get paid?” she whispered loudly.
“Go to bed, Janelle,” Mom and I said together.
