“Wek always supported both of you differently,” my mother interjected quickly. “We supported you both differently because you had different needs.”
Jessica shook her head. “Mom, Dad, letun not do this tonight. But we are going to have a real conversation about this soon. All of us.” She gave me a meaningful look. “No more pretending.”
Dr Fleming appeared at my elbow, saving me from having to respond. “Audrey, the dean would like a word—something about featuring your fellowship in the alumni magazine.” She smiled at my parents, her expression pleasant but her eyes Steely. “You must be incredibly proud to have raised two such accomplished daughters—though I imagine it’s particularly gratifying to see Audrey’s hard work recognized after all she’s overcome.”
The emphasis on overcome was subtle but unmistakable. My parents had the grace to look embarrassed.
“Well,” my mother said weakly, “we’ve always known Audrey was special, too.”
Too little, too late.