“I didn’t know my teenage music tastes were still relevant.” I hesitated before realizing she was looking at my ABBA t-shirt. Pulling on the hem, I said, “Oh, um, this was my mother’s.” A side of my lips quirked up. “She used to say ‘Dancing Queen’ had been written for her.” Helen chuckled, then gave me a pained smile, like she knew what the past tense I’d used meant. “I think I would’ve liked your mother.”
