My mother asks as if she cares. Summer and Kath buzz about the kitchen, doing final prep work for dinner as the younger kids start ushering in from the family room. Dad should be home soon. “How’s your boss?” Summer asks. “Do you like him? Or is it a her?” I almost choke on my iced tea. “My boss is a man.” “Okay, so tell us about him,” Summer pushes. I crack a smile because it’s all I can do to relieve the intense pressure building inside me. I’ve got to frame his description in a way that doesn’t give away a thing, and for that, I need a bit more time. Besides, I’m still trying to wrap my head around what I think of him. “He’s just a regular boss.” My shoulder slinks up to my ear, and I shake my head. “You know, business suit. Doesn’t smile much. No nonsense.” “I’ve never worked outside the home, so I wouldn’t know.” Mom juts her lips out and shrugs. If her eyebrows were lifted any higher, they’d fly off her face. “I had a job once.”
