Mom again?
Ethel was 12.
Melissa had left when she was one month old.
There hadn’t exactly been a « before » to warrant « again. »
I actually thought I’d misheard her.
Ethel, who could hear and read lips, stared at her mother for several seconds.
Then she stood, reached for something on the table, and did something no one in the room was prepared for.
She picked up her communication tablet.
Then she started typing.
Melissa smiled. I didn’t.