Montana

Mom's words swirl in my head. "We have a ton to talk about."

“A ton.” That’s an understatement. I’m not sure exactly what my mom’s reaction is and am sure she has much to lecture me about.

Mom is unusually quiet as we drive down the long lane from Corey’s house. I find the silence unbearable.

“In the mood for Gilroy’s?” I ask nervously.

“Ooh, I love that place,” Mom states. “Is that on 8th Street?”

“Yes. ...