Mom and I were having breakfast on the patio on a warm July morning.
“Oh, by the way,” she said as she buttered her toast. “Auntie Clem is arriving on Thursday.”
I nearly choked on my orange juice.
“She…she is?”
“Yes. That’s two days from now. I thought I’d tell you well in advance, so you’d be sure to be free for her. She’ll only be here through the week-end, and of course she’ll want to see you.” She smiled, and I blushed and looked down at my food”Oh,” I said.