They saw me come out and Michael raised his hand in a quick wave.
“Well, Mom, thanks for coming. It was educational.”
“Very educational,” Marlene agreed, that fake smile plastered on her face. “I hope you understood everything we talked about tonight. That you’ve understood your position.”
“Oh, I understood it perfectly,” I replied, remaining calm. “The question is, do you understand yours?”
Marlene frowned. “Excuse me?”
“Nothing,” I said, smiling slightly, “just thinking out loud.”
Marleene’s father opened the car door. “Well, it’s been interesting to finally meet you, Helen. Michael talks about you very little, but now I understand why.”
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Not to make me angry. Not to make me cry. But to confirm that what I was about to do was absolutely necessary.
“Before you go,” I said, stopping them, “there’s something I forgot to mention.”
Michael sighed, impatient. “Mom, it’s late. It can wait.”
“No,” I replied firmly. “It can’t wait. In fact, I think this is the perfect time. Let’s go back inside for a moment.”
“Just a moment,” Marleene let out a huff of frustration. “Seriously? Now you’re going to make a scene.”