God, Gabe was going to hate this. She had to get off the phone before her mother pressured her into something else. Like a proposal. “I gotta go, Mom. Jezebel is puking.” Jezebel was currently curled up on one of the dining chair cushions taking a nap, oblivious to all the turmoil surrounding her. “Not on my rugs!” Valentina cried. “No, Jez, not there!” Michelle said, so convincingly that the cat raised her head and sent her an affronted look. “Bye, Mom.”
