“Send me a pic of the outfit you choose, and I’ll approve it. I’m also pretty sure you won’t be kissing anyone except your husband at this party. You’ll be fine. We’ll have to video chat during so I can be there with you in some way.”
I heard the pout in her voice. “Fine. But you better stay at least a week when the baby is born. And you’re changing all the poop diapers.”
I laughed. “You have a deal. But I need to run. I have to be somewhere in an hour.” The airport.
“Will you at least tell me where the shower is since you’re going to ruin it by not being there?”
“Fine. But only because you sound stressed. It’s at your house.” I lied some more. Hey, why not? I was on a roll. “Derek is going to take you out to lunch to make you think it’s your shower. Everyone will be there when you get back, pissed off that it wasn’t actually your shower. So smile nice when you walk in.”
“Oh my God. Thanks. You’re right, I would have been coming home feeling let down. Alright. I’ll let you go. I’ll video call you tomorrow from my shower at home!”
After I hung up, I finished packing and attempted to wake Izzy on a positive note.
Flicking on the light in her room, I said, “Rise and shine, beautiful. It’s going to be a great day.”
She pulled the cover over her head. “What’s so great about it?”
“Well, the sun is shining, and you don’t have to go to school.”
“I hate the sun. It ruins your skin and gives you wrinkles when you get old,” she said from under the covers. “And I’d rather go to school than go to Nanna’s house. I don’t see why you keep having to go away.”
Keep having to go away. A little dramatic since it had been nine months since I’d left Izzy to go out to California for Anna’s wedding and had been home with her practically every night since.
“Awww…you’re upset because you’re going to miss me, aren’t you?”
“Grrr…”
“I’ll let you wake up a little while I make Nutella crepes.” I wasn’t above bribery to get her to sit down at the table and talk to me.
“Fine.” That was teenage speak for fuck you.
Fifteen minutes later, she couldn’t resist the smell of chocolaty hazelnut that wafted into her room. I plated a homemade crepe and slid it in front of her. “I bought some decaf Starbucks K-cups for you. Want me to make you a coffee?”
“I’d prefer caffeine.”
I opened the Keurig and popped in a decaf. “I’d prefer elves to come and do my laundry, but I settle for carrying it down to the laundry room in the basement.”
“We had someone who did the laundry when my father was around.”
Izzy preferred to remember only the good things about her father. Rather than remind her that the housekeeper was paid for by the life savings of unsuspecting families who’d trusted her father with their investments, I simply said, “Things change.”
After I made her a mug of decaf, I joined her at the table with my second cup of regular. “I should make it back by the time your game starts on Tuesday night. If for some reason I’m late, Marina’s mom is going to text me the score updates.”
She shrugged. “I’m starting. But it’s not a big deal if you can’t make it.”
“Are you kidding? This is a huge deal. When was the last time a sophmore started on a varsity basketball team at Beacon?”
She tried to play it off like she didn’t care, but I saw it in her eyes. “Never.”
“Well, I can’t wait to watch you not only start as a sophmore, but kick butt.”
She ate her breakfast in relative quiet after that. When I was unloading the dishwasher, she surprised me by starting a conversation. For two years now, almost every conversation had been started by me.
“Are you going alone to California?”
“Of course. Who else would I go with?”
She looked away. “That guy you went out with last week.”