It takes Morning a moment to process who exactly not-Dad is referring to, but when he does...
The glove creaks on his right palm. His eyes are suddenly stuck to the floor. "I met her. Once." The leather against his palm is cool. "I got that impression, too."
Real Dad had always spoken of her in such a harsh way, but all of the moms on TV were nice and loving, and he thought they weren't married because of silly grown-up stuff...
...she wasn't. Nice and loving. And they weren't married for a good reason. Not a silly grown-up one.
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The glove creaks on his right palm. His eyes are suddenly stuck to the floor. "I met her. Once." The leather against his palm is cool. "I got that impression, too."
Real Dad had always spoken of her in such a harsh way, but all of the moms on TV were nice and loving, and he thought they weren't married because of silly grown-up stuff...
...she wasn't. Nice and loving. And they weren't married for a good reason. Not a silly grown-up one.
You called someone else Mom instead.Who?
Silence.