“Because if I explain it, you’ll hear about a haircut. Emily needs you to understand why she did it.”
Then she added quietly, “For once, Rachel, don’t let me be the person who tells you afterward.”
Those words stopped me.
For once.
I knew exactly what she meant.
Choir concerts.
Science fairs.
Parent meetings.
School assemblies.
There was always work.
Always a deadline.
Always something I convinced myself couldn’t wait.
Linda had attended nearly everything.
I had attended when I could.
Apparently, those weren’t the same thing.
“Be there tomorrow,” she said.
