As far as I’m concerned, there are two Connie Jacobs. The compassionate mother who would do anything for her child and a woman who, like my father, spends too much time worrying about what other people think of her. The first Connie is great. The second one turns my stomach. There’s no set of rules one should live by and when someone else—especially someone that claims to love you—can’t understand that, it opens up a wound. For me, it’s a wound much deeper than the one my mother tried to save me from. “Oh, damn it. Really, Lennie? Ignore her call and she goes straight to me,” Jodi gripes as her phone starts ringing. “Don’t answer it. Problem solved.” “No, Lennie, the problem is not solved because she will continue to call me until I pick up and tell her where you’re at.” “Who does she call when I’m not here? Because I can sure as hell tell you it’s not me.” Jodi groans before rubbing her temples. “She’s sorry, okay? She can’t go back and undo anything, and you need to stop punishing them.”
What do You think about Meeting The Unpredictable?
