Mother's Bad Date Page

We both burst out laughing. And in that moment, I realized: a bad date isn’t a failure. It’s just material. My mother put the wilted carnation in a juice glass on the windowsill, where it looked, somehow, not sad but defiant.

“He asked the waitress for a ‘protein-forward’ salad. Then he sent it back because the avocado was ‘too ripe.’ He said ripe avocados are the gaslighters of the produce world.” mother's bad date

She kissed me goodbye. “If I’m not back by ten, send a search party.” We both burst out laughing

We sat in silence for a moment. The clock ticked. where it looked

“Comma the cat.”

“With snacks or weapons?”