And, whether I meant to or not, I’ve definitely got Enzo going.
Fifteen minutes later, he’s still going.
“…and Luna’s in track,” he’s telling me. “Fastest in her division. Teresa’s the brain in the family.She’s big on climate change at the moment. She’s always joking about being the next Greta Thunberg,except older. She just did this thing where...”
I tune out while he keeps rambling.
Not trying to be rude or anything.
I’m just idly wondering what my mother says about me when strangers ask.
“…Yeah, I have a kid. A girl. She’s around… uh, eighteen, nineteen, maybe. Pretty thing—she looksjust like me when I was her age. Except she’s never made the best use of her looks. She could havebeen in beauty pageants with eyes like hers…”
I’m distantly aware of my hands clenchin
