Janey Tells Mom the Facts of Life
Janey sat down in the booth at the diner. She looked across the table and saw a middle-aged woman with gray streaks showing in her once auburn hair and bags under her eyes. Her mother looked, as they say, as if she had been ridden hard and put away wet.” “OK Mom. What do you want?” she asked. “That’s no way to greet your mother. We haven’t seen each other for such a long time,” Amanda replied. The younger woman hesitated a moment before speaking. “Mom you took off about, what — a year and...