5
My hip bumped against the kitchen counter and jostled the phone in my pocket. All that talk of my mom had surfaced more than a little homesickness. Even though I’d only been there for a few days, that was the longest I’d been away from my mom in years.
I set the plates to soaking in the sink and turned to rest my butt against the counter. With cell phone in hand, I pressed the speed dial button and listened to the familiar ring.
A false baritone voice answered the phone. “Bob’s Roadside Burgers. You kill ‘em and we grill ‘em.”
I snorted. “Very funny, Mom. I was just calling to see how you were doing.”
My mom chuckled. “You mean you’re checking to see whether or not this old girl could manage on her own for a few days.”
“Something like that.”
“Well, I washed all the windows
