Like Mother, Like Son

Mother: Look at your cousin Tess over at the crab dip. Girl looks like she could cry.

Son: Gran choked on a strawberry seed, you know. She’s still in the washroom.

Mother: How does someone choke on a strawberry seed?

Son: Exactly. Don’t eat strawberries.

Mother: Oh God, look. Tess is going for more dip.

Son: She needs to master the dip. I hear it’s one of the steps.

Mother: No, I think you have to call someone and tell them you love them.

Son: Anyone?

Mother: I really don’t understand how Gran can choke on something the size of a seed.

Son: She likes the attention.

Mother: Why is your father standing over by the hedges?

Son: Why is your husband standing over by the hedges?

Mother: Is he smoking? How old is that girl he’s with? Is that your second cousin?

Son: Jocelyn? Janice? It’s “J” something. She’s really grown up. You should go get your husband.

Mother: You should go get your father. People will talk.

READER

Caucasian female, mid-50s, with blond bob, wearing purple overcoat with poppy, carrying nylon thatched bag bearing a crest of an old leather golf bag.

The Outstretched Shadow:

The Obsidian Trilogy, Book One

Mercedes Lackey and James Mallory

(Tor Books, 2004)

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