Range Rover, and a Porsche her husband had given her for their anniversary. She frequently reminded everyone that the monthly payments were “basically nothing.”
Mom turned back toward me.
“Rachel, when are you finally going to start living like an adult?”
I glanced at my watch.
5:42 p.m.
“Soon,” I said.
Dad laughed.
“You’ve been saying that since graduate school.”
My phone vibrated against the table.
Bradley International Airport Operations.
I stood up.
Vanessa rolled her eyes.
“Let me guess. Your Uber is lost?”
I answered the call.
