Page 112 of Brides and Brothers
Her mother shrugged and ran her hand along a marble vein on the countertop. “Amy hasn’t been calling me as much as she usually does. It’s quiet at home.”
“You’re lonely.”
“Maybe. And I felt bad about missing the wedding. I wanted to be there.”
Astonished, she stared at her mom. “I wanted you to be there too.”
Her mom leaned over the counter. “You know, I’ve made friends with a Christian food blogger.”
A laugh slipped through Camille’s lips. “No way.”
“She’s going to feature me after the New Year. I’m not saying I’ll start going to church, but I realize I’ve been a little extreme in my prejudice.”
Both of them were quiet for a moment. It was hard for her mom to talk about personal things, so Camille didn’t press her for more. This was already a vulnerable conversation for them.
“I’m glad you came, Mom.”
Her mother turned back to her vegetables and nodded once.
“So,” Camille hedged, “counting you, the baby, and me, is there any chance you could make that soup for fourteen?”
