"Hey baby girl!" She said, giving me a tight hug. The house was filled with the sweet smell of apple pie along with the dinner she prepared. "Hey mom!" I replied, kissing her on the cheek. "Something smells good!" I said. "Come on in, wash your hands and have a seat at the table while I fix your plate." She said, hurrying into the kitchen. My mother was always anxious and excited to see me. I hung up my coat and washed my hands. "I made your favorites." Mom said. She cooked an exquisite meal.
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There was baked Tilapia, cheese broccoli corn bread muffins, white rice, and fried shrimp. She also mad a fresh, cold, homemade pitcher of lemonade. "Awe mom how sweet of you! I'm starved. Today was long and dreadful." I said, pulling my chair up to the table. She sat my plate down and I dug in, taking a huge bite of my Tilapia. Mom took a seat after she grabbed herself a plate. "How is school?" She asked, looking at me with analization. "It's fine" I replied,my mouth full of food. "That's good sweetheart. Have you talked to Patricia today?" I dropped my fork, slightly choking on my food. Why did she have to bring up Patricia?... "Erica, you okay baby?" "Yes, I'm alright mom. I took a sip of lemonade. "Well have you?" She continued. "Not yet." I said, wishing she'd give me a break. "That's unusual. She must be with that Dominic again?" "I don't know mom, it's a possibility considering that he's her boyfriend." I said. "Don't get sarcastic with me." She whined. "I'm sorry it's just...It's been a long day and I didn't come over here for an interview..." I began to get angry.
"Erica, I just asked if you spoke with her today. I always do. Sorry I asked..." I could see that she was hurt by my frustration. "You know what, i'm just going to go home..." I said. "Home? But you just got here. Eat and relax, please." Mom said. I wasn't trying to make things any worse. "Erica please, you just got here." She pleaded, following me to the front door. I didn't respond. I got in the car and sped off. Once I got back on my side of town, Patricia called. I was stuck in traffic on the highway. Erica: Hey there! Patricia: Hey girl, why haven't I heard from you? Erica: I umm... I didn't want to disturb you. I figured that maybe you were with Dominic... Patricia: That's understood but you know I do not mind you. Where are you now? I need to talk with you in person. Erica: I'm caught in traffic, and i'm about thirty minutes away from your area. Patricia: Can you meet me at Piccolo Cafe? Erica: Sure, I will be there as soon as I can. Patricia: Alright, see you then.
What could Patricia have to tell me?, I thought. I didn't know what to expect.
