I laughed.
***
We carried the food to the table while I told her about Lucas.
By the time I reached his shouting, she’d stopped arranging the plates.
“He actually said that?”
We carried the food to the table.
“At the top of his lungs.”
“And what did you do?”
“I kept the complaint.”
She looked at me.
“You didn’t apologize?”
“Not once.”
“And what did you do?”
Mom smiled.
“Well, that’s a birthday gift I wasn’t expecting.”
I laughed.
Then I admitted something.
“I nearly gave up my seat just to avoid another argument.”
I admitted something.
“But you didn’t.”
“No. I paid for that seat, and I wasn’t the one causing trouble.”
Mom nodded.
“Exactly, sweetheart. I’m proud.”
“But you didn’t.”
***
After dinner, she brought out the cake.
I reached for a plate.
“Remember when you told me to stop apologizing to rude people?”