“Her name is Jessica. She’s incredible, Mom, smart, educated, ambitious. She works in digital marketing. I met her at a business conference in Chicago.”
Two weeks later, Jessica appeared at my door with a bouquet of white lilies and a perfect smile. She wore a burgundy dress, elegant but not exaggerated. Her brown hair was pulled back in a flawless ponytail. Discreet makeup. She smelled of expensive perfume.
“Mrs. Catherine,” she said with a sweet voice, “Matt has told me so much about you. It is an honor to meet the woman who raised such a wonderful man.”
All the right words, the right tone, the right attitude.
I welcomed her into my living room. I served her fresh coffee with the cinnamon rolls I had baked that morning. Jessica asked about the photos on the wall. She praised my plants. She listened attentively when I told her how Henry and I paid for this house dollar by dollar, working double shifts for five years.
