When I told Lizzie, she excitedly ran to get me a T-shirt listing sponsors down the back, including her office. My jeans would be fine, and I did have a pair of old sneakers I always traveled with. I cleared away the breakfast dishes, since I was the first one dressed. Lizzie walked through the house, phone to her ear, giving her assistant Josh last minute instructions about what to bring to Westwood Park, where participants were scheduled to meet. Chloe came up behind me. “Mom’s on her phone twenty-four-seven. She practically sleeps with it. OMG, I was never that bad.” I turned around. “Chloe, sweetie, are you telling me that a grown-up woman, using a phone to run a business, support three people, pay bills, and arrange schedules, is the same as a teenager using her phone to ask a friend what she’s wearing?” She scrunched up her face. “I talk to my dad, too. That’s important.”
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