As Mom headed to my bedroom door, I called out to her.
“What do you need, honey?”
“Can you not call Master Kim just yet?” I asked. “I mean, maybe I can still take the test.”
“But Eliza . . .”
“Can’t we wait and see how I feel? Please?”
Mom frowned. “I don’t want you to push yourself. A bruised coccyx is nothing to mess with.”
“If I take it easy and keep the ice on for the rest of the week?”
“Eliza Nicole Bing resting for a whole week?” Mom teased.
I ignored her. “But what if I do? Then can I?”
“We’ll see,” Mom said. “Now get some sleep.”
We’ll see.
At least there was hope.