I winced. “What else?”
She pulled the carnation out of her hair. It had lost two petals. She looked at it, then at me, and for the first time all night, she smiled. A real one. mother's bad date
“The final straw,” she said, taking a massive bite of ice cream, “was when he told me I’d look younger if I smiled more. And then he corrected my pronunciation of ‘bruschetta.’” I winced