For the entire workday I had myself convinced that I would not be going to my mother’s tonight. I left the office, still convinced that I would not be going to my mother’s. So sure that I was not going to my mother’s, I passed the turn for her house.
I went through the first intersection, and the second one, too. I made a U-turn at the third and then, then I knew I was going to my mother’s house.
Dad met me at the door. “I was getting nervous,” he said.
“That I wouldn’t show?”
“No, nervous that your mother might take this thing too far,” he said, “and actually put the house on the market.”
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