Last night my Mom (who hasn't talked to me in two days) calls my husband to ask him what laptop I've been drooling over (my current model is a $40 wonder from Goodwill with a 4MB hard drive, barely running Windows 3.11 for Workgroups and Wordperfect 5.1...). She ends their conversation with: Tell her to call me if she's not too mad at me.
In my family, that is as close to an apology as you get.
So, of course, I called her, because I missed her way too much not to, even though nothing really got resolved and probably never will...
We just pretend nothing happened.
My mom and I have a little ritual. Ever since I got married and moved away, neither of us have anyone to share a pot of tea with. So every day I make tea, call her, tell her to do the same, and we share a cuppa across the miles. I am glad she's talking to me again!
Once I throw a load of laundry in, I'm going to brew up a pot of the new Assam loose tea I got last night and call my mother.
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