Mom says softly into my ear, her arms around me, “now, I don’t know what you have goin’ on here, but I can see that you have two doors open. You close one before you try walking through the other. You understand me?” “I know.” “I hope so, baby girl. I sure hope so.” Mom releases me and we look to where Dad and Zander are shaking hands by the Jaguar. I stroll beside her back towards the car, thinking about what it means to close that one door. It’s a scary thought that I can’t dissect. Not right now. I have enough to deal with for one weekend. “Thanks for taking care of the grass, Dad.” “You know it’s not a problem, Sade.” “I’ll give y’all a call tomorrow.” “Nice meeting you, Zander,” Dad says, patting Zander on the shoulder. Zander nods. “Same here.” He lets me into the car and I wave to my parents as they make their way to their own car.
