After a few more songs, we both take a seat in the chairs on the porch. “Thanks for that, honey.” “Happy to drop everything and dance with you anytime,” I say, picking up an old beer bottle cap from the table and spinning it between my fingers. For the next hour, Mom and I sit on the porch and talk about life. It’s a reminder that even though I still live at home, I need to do better at spending time with her. We sit on the porch long enough for Pippa and Marigold to return home. “How was the night?” Mom prods, putting an arm over Pippa’s shoulders. Pippa shrugs. “It was fine, but not as fun
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