Dinner at Sara’s
by Sparks In Shadow
“Mom, please. Go relax with Dad and Jim.”
“You obviously need help with this.” Sara’s mother opened cabinets, then drawers. “Where is everything? Didn’t I fix this before?”
“Mom,” Sara said, hands clasped, “you seem upset. You should leave the kitchen so you can calm down.”
Her mother stared. “Are you trying to be funny?”
“I want you to enjoy your visit.”
Walking away with shorter strides than usual, her mother said, “Don’t worry. This visit’s over. I’ll go pack.”
“That’s your choice.” Steeling herself, Sara collected cutting board and paring knife. She peeled vegetables, waiting and trying to breathe.
This was prompted by a letter to an advice columnist.