As a mother, I take great comfort in the assertion that my youngest – and rather dramatic, I might add – daughter has found her partner for life. Chris is patient, loves her unconditionally, and is truly her best friend. When they were dating, I watched for all the red flags; no worries, she is herself when they are together—no pretenses, no pretending.
Katharine and I are close. As is the case with her sister, we confide in each other like some sappy situation comedy series about a mother and adult daughter. I am well aware of the pros and cons to exercising such candor, and was reminded of just that when I answered the phone—rather late at night for our usual chat, it occurred to me as I lifted the receiver to my ear. Where was Chris?