“You’re ridiculous,” I said.
“I’m prepared. There’s a difference.”
His phone buzzed on the dresser.
He glanced at the screen, and his shoulders sank a little. “It’s Mom.”
His phone buzzed
He put her on speaker.
“Andrew, darling, I’ve been thinking,” she said, her voice sweet as cough syrup. “I’ll come stay after the discharge. Someone has to help properly.”
“Thanks, Mom, but Helen’s already coming. She’ll be with us the whole recovery. It’s all settled.”
A pause.
“Someone has to help properly.”
“Helen,” his mother said. “Well. How lovely for Helen.”
“Mom.”
“I only meant it’s lovely. Call me the second anything happens. I am the grandmother, after all.”
The line clicked off.
I stared at the phone.
“Mom.”
“Is she upset?”
“That was Mom being Mom,” Andrew said, rubbing the back of his neck.
I let it go. It was our day.
