It also means more money in my pocket, which is even better. After I clean the tables in my section and reset everything for the dinner crowd, I pour myself a lemonade and go sit at a table outside to relax and enjoy my break. I take my phone out to kill some time and see I have a couple of texts and a voicemail. One text is from Rachel letting me know she’ll probably stop in after dinner, which I reply to with a smiley face. One is from my brother sarcastically asking if I am excited for tomorrow night. I reply to him in the same tone: More than anything ever. Tomorrow night we are supposed to go to my mom’s house on Long Island where she will be introducing us to Tom, her boyfriend of several months. Supposedly, they’re in love. It’s not that I’m not happy for her—I know she had a tough time after my father left, and I don’t blame her. Twenty-two years of marriage and then he tells her he’s in love with someone else.
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