Chapter 11
Wednesday at work, my mood swung between elated—I saw Fisher! He called me his boyfriend!—to melancholy—When am I going to see Fisher again? Will his work let him come back to California after turning down the promotion?—depending on how much free time I had to let my thoughts wander. It was no wonder I was blue when I got home. I’d had the entire car ride to dwell on all the negatives.
Mom was in the kitchen, sliding the tetrazzini into the oven, when I walked in. I hadn’t seen her since getting back. It had been after two in the morning when I dropped Dez off, and I was off for my early shift at the hospital before Mom and Dad woke up. She broke into an excited smile at my entrance.
“Well?” she asked. “Did you have fun?”
Her excitement rubbed off on me, especially since it
