Chelsea, being the good sister that she was, eventually must have spoken to Mom, who was of course newly attentive to her children. Then, she, in turn, got her bright idea to force us to talk to each other.
And that's how the end of my story begins.
I didn't want to do it, but Mom made me. God that makes me seem so immature, but it was true.
"I don't know why you're being so difficult about this. You know that I really can't make it, or I'd love to pick up your sister."
Unlike many prior nights, this was true. Mom had an out-of-town meeting with a client that she could be fired for missing and wouldn't return until a day after Mary arrived. I could tell she felt guilty about it. It had only been about four months, but Mom had made a lot of lifestyle changes. Gone was the late-night par
