“How are you feeling?” my mother asks timidly as she turns to face me. “Terrible,” I groan, unable to put on a friendly, much less a brave face. “I’d imagine, after the night you had.” Here we go… “Have some coffee and some Advil; you’ll feel better.” I nod slowly and walk over to the cabinet to grab a coffee mug. “I have church this evening; I assume you won’t be coming along? You missed the morning service,” she says in a flat voice.
Ma'am
