“Mom, I do not want to do this class. Spend my Saturday evening teaching dads how to braid hair?” I whine on our way to the high school. “You’ve seen Emilia. It’s been months and her hair is still lopsided on the days Molly can’t do it. Nothing I show them here tonight is going to help.”
Mom blows out a breath, putting on her windshield wipers because of the light sprinkling of rain.
“This is a good thing and something Gavin can’t be a part of. I thought that would make you happy at least.” She glances at me with a smirk that clearly suggests she sees what’s been going on between us.
“Don’t give me that look,” I say.
“What look? I’m not giving you a look.” She smiles, her hands at ten and two, staring out the window.
“I knew I should’ve driven myself.” I lean back in the seat and cros
