Chapter 25: Dawn

Montana

Mom's words swirl in my head. "We have a ton to talk about."

“A ton.” That’s an understatement. I’m not sure exactly what my mom’s reaction is and am sure she has much to lecture me about.

Mom is unusually quiet as we drive down the long lane from Corey’s house. I find the silence unbearable.

“In the mood for Gilroy’s?” I ask nervously.

“Ooh, I love that place,” Mom states. “Is that on 8th Street?”

“Yes. We can sit on the patio and drink Moscow mules with lunch,” I add. “Mom, let’s start our conversation now, so we can enjoy lunch.”

“We’ll enjoy lunch, no matter what,” Mom declares. “This lunch isn’t to punish you, Montana. We have a lot of questions and answers to cover.”

“So, shall I tell you about him?” The urge to start our talk grows with every silent, passing moment.

“First, I have something to tell you,” Mom says.

I swallow hard. Here we go. Here’s the disappointment statement.