He shook his head. “Once every couple of years. I talk to her on the phone now and then. I just . . . I don’t feel toward her what sons feel toward mothers who raised them. I’m not obligated to her. There’s not a lot of admiration or respect there.” He plucked a blade of grass and tossed it. “I don’t have many memories of her, and I don’t want to make new ones. Is that how you feel about your biological mom?” “Somewhat. Sylvie’s been in my life more than your mom has been in yours. But I definitely don’t feel toward her what daughters feel toward mothers who raised them.”
