LACEY
I KNOW my mom--my REAL MOM--cares about me.
So what if she NEVER writes or calls?
She’s probably just really busy.
But it will be SO COOL having her visit. We can go shopping and TALK and…
I don’t know…
BOND or something.
Right?
Victoria shifted her gaze to my father. I was getting a very bad vibe. Either my dad and his wife had been replaced by alien clones or they were hiding something huge. An awful thought flashed into my mind. Victoria was having twins! I slid my hands under the table and crossed my fingers. Please don’t let it be that. Baby-sitting for one kid was bad enough. Two was awful but unavoidable. There would be terminal.
Dad squirmed in his seat and stared at the napkin. He cleared his throat again. Finally he looked up and met my gaze. “I got a call from your mother today,” he said.
Time came to a standstill. Mom? No wonder they were acting so freakish. The mere mention of my mother is enough to raise the tension in Dad and Victoria’s house to meltdown level. But why hadn’t Mom called me? She never talked to Dad if she could help it.
“What did she say?” I asked cautiously.
“She’s coming to town,” Dad mumbled.