"Mom, I have to go," I say hurriedly. "Thanks for calling. I'll talk to you later." "Don't you dare hang up on me, boy," she snarls. And there she is, the real woman beneath the mother’s mask. "I just told you I got a divorce and I’m crashing on someone's couch, and you can't even offer me a place to stay? I'm your mother, for fuck's sake. Have some goddamn respect."
