The Grim Room
CHAPTER 32
Rebecca stared at her iPhone, at the number that said “Mom,” and hesitated. Finally, after internal battling for a minute, she pressed the “call” button. It rang twice.
“Hey honey, how are you?” her mother’s husky, city prosecutor voice rang out. Sometimes even just hearing her voice could fill Becca with resentment. Seeing as she was calling to set up a lie, this was now the case.
“Hi mom. I’m okay. Busy. How’re you?”
“Oh, I’m fine, honey. Hey, hold on a sec, I’m getting coffee at Starbucks downtown.” She heard her mother say, “Yeah, a double espresso shot with extra caramel please, and a blueberry bagel to go, cream cheese.” She came back to Rebecca. “Sorry, honey; where were we?”
“Oh, I was asking about how you were?”
“Oh, I’m fine, honey. The usual: work up the yizang, busy busy busy. You know, I’ve been working with that Community Prosecution Division, helping kids say no to gangs;…
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