She’s just returned from the Cunninghams’ and all she can talk about is Matthew’s new electric guitar. “I think we’re ready,” I tell her. “Will you call Jeremy and your dad?” She knows by now that I don’t mean she should stand in the middle of the room and bellow. Off she goes, while I set glasses of ice water at each place. The ice seems to make my fingers tingle … but now my lips are tingling, too. I take deep breaths. I will not allow another effing panic attack to overwhelm me, not now. Max enters the kitchen, Jeremy riding on his shoulders. We sit around the table, passing salsa, cheese, tomatoes, and Margaret is still going on about Matthew’s electric guitar. “So is Matthew giving up piano?” Max asks. “No. He’s going to do both. Classical piano and electric rock.” Carefully she spoons green peppers onto the tidy layers of her taco. “He’s going to form a band with some other guys. Tony Rondo and Jason Cutler. It’s going to be really cool.”
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