I participated in an author interview today and one of the questions asked whether Surviving Goodbye, which sounded really serious, would have much humour in it. This is the paragraph I came across, which also reminded me of a dear friend and fierce supporter who lost her mother (suddenly) today. So I thought Id share: This young woman, however, pulled me back inside the elevator, surprising me to the point where I nearly fell on my ass. The doors closed, and we continued our casual ascent to the fourth floor. I glanced over at her daughter, whose wide eyes seemed to pass along a telepathic warning: don’t say ‘no’ to my mommy, she’s psycho. “Listen, I didn’t mean to come across as a bully,” she said, her neck blotchy and red, and her cheeks adopting a darker glow, “but I’m just asking for coffee. Or lunch. Not a sleepover.” And then she thought about something new. “Shit, are you married?” The color in her face and neck deepened, and she seemed to take an involuntary step back from me. “I’m sorry.” I shook my head ‘no’, but before I could say anything, her daughter pointed out, “Mommy, you said ‘shit.’”
Posted on: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 23:02:24 +0000
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