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MCA #0, Sunday night
May. 11th, 2025 06:48 pmSteve, as usual, had absolutely no idea where on the planet his mother was, and after half of a lifetime thinking she was dead...well, Mother's Day was kind of weird headspace for him to inhabit.
It had taken him three days, a half dozen favors, and Joe being squirrely for absolutely no reason before he had a phone number that he was 80 percent sure was his mother's. He texted her a quick Thinking about you and heard nothing for most of the day, which, well, even if it was his mom, completely tracked.
He shrugged it off and moved on (...mostly) and busied himself with a salad to go with the comfort food Danny was making himself tonight to get over not being in Jersey with his sisters and parents.
His phone dinged with an incoming text from an unknown number. No flowers?
At least he knew it was his mother?
It had taken him three days, a half dozen favors, and Joe being squirrely for absolutely no reason before he had a phone number that he was 80 percent sure was his mother's. He texted her a quick Thinking about you and heard nothing for most of the day, which, well, even if it was his mom, completely tracked.
He shrugged it off and moved on (...mostly) and busied himself with a salad to go with the comfort food Danny was making himself tonight to get over not being in Jersey with his sisters and parents.
His phone dinged with an incoming text from an unknown number. No flowers?
At least he knew it was his mother?
