A Christmas Date by Camilla Isley6/1/2023 ![]() ![]() I’ve already set my expectations very low, as I wouldn’t presume you could pick up the phone and call your mother of your own free will…” “Nikki,” she intones, “I spent thirty-five hours in excruciating pain to bring you into this world, and the least I deserve after nurturing you in a loving home for years is for my daughter to return my calls, especially at Christmas. I lean back in my white leather chair, cross my hands in my lap, and sigh. “Right, because she’s asked me to read you this, word for word.”įrom the way Melanie is cowering, it can’t be good. ![]() “Come on, I won’t shoot the messenger,” I promise her. Still standing on the threshold, she shifts on her feet, uncomfortable. “I’ll call her back when I have a minute,” I tell Melanie. Only Tuesday and we’re already on the third call of the week. ![]() I sit behind my desk and peek at the calendar placed next to my unopened laptop. “Your mother called again,” my assistant, Melanie, informs me as soon as I step foot into my office. ![]()
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