The Conversation

I picked up the phone after the third ring. The first ring sent a dagger of anger through my heart. I knew exactly who it was and they were the last person I wanted to talk to. The second ring brought with it a stab of guilt. What if she needed something? The third heralded shame. I don’t do well with shame.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Hey honey, I just wanted to wish you well on the exam.”

“Thanks,” I said, doing my best to sound happy that she called. I know I’m coming off like a right asshole. It’s awfully n...