“Go take a shower, while I make you something to eat.” My mom shook her head fondly and gave me a push. She’d found me staring at my closet as I was trying to work out what to wear, but getting distracted by thoughts of Eric, and of Rob’s crazy schemes.
“Ehm, I’m not really hungry, Mom.” My stomach was all in knots.
“I’ll make pancakes.”
“Pancakes? Do you have time for that?” She normally left at seven.
“I don’t have to be in the office until ten, today.” Translation: she could have slept in