Amanda didn’t think she’d recognize it if it hit her square between the eyes. Of course, there was her parents’ relationship to consider. They’d been together forever and judging by what she’d seen in the garage that morning... No, she was so not going there. At the moment, she would have preferred to avoid them, but when she returned home from the cemetery with Grandma, she encountered her mom in the kitchen. Dora grabbed an empty wine glass, filled it to the top and refused to meet her eyes. “I’m sorry about what you saw.” “Forget about it, Mom.” “We should at least talk. It’s natural for two people to—” “Seriously, Mom. We had this talk when I was thirteen.” Hoping to distract the older woman, she gestured toward the stove. “Is there something I can help with?” Her mom raised the glass to her lips and chugged half of it down before wiping the back of her wrist across her mouth. “Your dad is embarrassed.” Not nearly enough to never do it again, she was sure.
