“So,” Sloane said, breaking an especially awkward pause, “how was shopping?” “We wish you’d come with us.” My mom gave me a pointed look. I chimed in. “Next time. For sure.” I supposed it was strange—my mom and I hanging out together yesterday while Sloane had been only blocks away. Sloane stood up abruptly. “I’ve got to smoke.” We all stared for a minute, unprepared for such urgency, especially surrounding a habit that had been shunned at all Reinhardt events since Great Uncle Richie’s death from lung cancer fifteen years ago. Had I made a similar announcement, my mom would have brained me, but she just smiled apologetically and asked, as though it were a huge imposition, “Do you mind doing it on the patio?” Sloane shrugged and slid open the door, and my mom spun toward me. “Go keep her company.” “Aren’t you worried that I’ll breathe in her secondhand smoke?”
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