Nine
Stella
“Mom?” I knock on her art room door.
“Come in.”
Luther Vandross plays behind the door, which means she’s in the zone. I have a feeling I’m going solo to Juno and Colton’s wedding. I love my mom, but she has a tendency to get wrapped up in her work.
As I open the door and step into the room, I find her in her pajamas with her apron on. I guess I have my answer.
“Am I going to the wedding by myself?” I ask.
She picks up the remote for the stereo I bought her. The one she fought me hard on, saying she needed to listen to vinyl if she wants to feel the music. But after she started using the stereo, she learned how much better her flow is when she’s not interrupted by having to change out records constantly.
I peek around her canvas and stop dead in my tracks. I’m always str
