“You’re not leaving,” she said finally. “We discussed it.” “Who discussed it?” “The guests and me. The other night. We agreed.” “You agreed? Mama,” I pleaded, “what are you talking about? The guests don’t get to decide that for me. You don’t get to decide.” “You’re staying.” “The game is just ninety minutes away,” I begged. “After graduation, I need you here. You can’t go.”
