As I sat back in my chair, she said, “We are so proud of you, baby girl. And we’re happy you’ve found Tyler. I have a good feeling about that boy.” “Me too,” I said. “In fact,” Mom said, looking at her phone. “What?” I asked. “Nothing,” she said quickly. “I just need you to head by the house in an hour. I want to make some more macramé hangers and all my stuff is there.”
