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“Honey, did you forget to finish your makeup?” She grabs my chin. “Your lips are naked.”
“My lips are fine,” I say through gritted teeth.
“If you say so.” She turns her attention to Smith. “Carter is looking for you. He has another travel question. I swear the man thinks he’s Indiana Jones or something now. You can find him in the living room.”
Smith’s gaze darts between my mother and me like a child unsure of which parent is the one he should actually be listening to.
“Smith, is everything OK?” my mother asks slowly. “You do remember your way around the house, don’t you?”
“Sorry.” He shakes his head. “Must’ve had a brain fart. I’m going to go into the living room because you told me to, Silvia.”
He backs out of the den cautiously, keeping eye contact with me as if at any moment I might tackle him to the ground.
“Brain fart?” My mother crinkles her nose. “I hope he doesn’t say that at the dinner table.”
“Would you prefer he say brain flatulence?”
“I’m going to ignore that.”
“I think that’s what Emily Post recommends.”
“So, what do you think of Martin?” She runs her fingers through my hair. “You two seem to be getting along nicely.”
“Yep.”
“That’s it?”
“It is.”
“Knock, knock!” A voice sends a chill down my neck. “Oh my gosh, are we wearing the same dress, Penny?”
Sarah leans against the doorframe, and for a moment, I wonder whether I’m in an episode of The Twilight Zone. Not only is she in the same floral dress as me, but our shoes are shockingly similar and our hair is styled almost identically. The woman full-out Parent Trapped me.
“Everyone’s in the living room listening to Smith talk about traveling.” She rolls her eyes as if nothing in the world could be more boring. “I’m trying to round everyone up so we can eat. I’ve got a ridiculously early flight tomorrow.”
“Well, we’d hate to keep you late,” my mother says in her best “bless your heart” voice. “I’ll go get Marie.”
My mother leaves me alone with the air fryer, which feels a million times more offensive than the time she accidentally left me at the grocery store. At least at the grocery store I could scream at the top of my lungs and cry and people would come and help me. If I do that now, they’re probably just going to have me committed.
Sarah leans back and forth on her heels, like she’s waiting for me to say something. I probably should say something, but my brain is in a state of anarchy. I don’t know how to make small talk with this woman, and I don’t want to. But I also don’t feel like I can be mean to her, because the truth is that none of this is her fault. It’s my idiot ex and her future idiot husband’s fault.
“Thanks for being so cool about us coming over,” she says. “Smith was really bummed when his sister had to leave, especially with this being the first holiday since their mom’s death. He says you guys are the next closest thing to family that he has.”
Well, that’s a stretch.
“It’s no trouble,” I force myself to say. “My parents always have a ton of food, and they enjoy entertaining.”
A warm smile spreads across her face. “If you think about it, we’re kind of like family now.”
I imagine my jaw falling to the ground like a cartoon character and me physically having to crank it back into place. Maybe I misheard her. Maybe she’s new to life and isn’t sure how families work.
“I need a drink,” I say.
“Oh, do you not like your wine?” She points to the still-full glass that I’m holding. “I love a good red.”
This woman is like a stray cat. I give her an ounce of attention and now she wants to eat my food, drink my wine, and become my sister.
“Here you go.” I hand her the glass. “I’m going to go to the kitchen and get something stronger.”
