Chapter 8Ana was in the kitchen fixing dinner when his phone rang. Stopping his search of her CD collection, Ben dug it out of his pocket and immediately sighed when he saw the caller ID. Damn it. He’d completely forgotten about calling home this week.
“Hi, Mom,” he said. There was nobody else it would be. The ritual was always the same. Sandra Scalia did the calling, and then she passed the phone around to whomever was present.
“Are you too busy to call your mother?” she greeted in a teasing tone.
He glanced at the door. If you only knew. “It’s end of semester,” he said instead. “You know it’s crazy.”
“Your semester ended last week,” she countered. “So tell me about your plans for the summer. What are you going to do?” Ben knew that was code for Are you coming to visit?
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