“Um…” Elle looked away from the clutter. “Yes. Please.”
“Okay, then. Let’s see what we have.”
Memories of the way things had been before surged, and Elle recalled delicious sandwiches whipped up on the fly, and fancy dinners that took hours to prepare, and homemade bread and handmade ice cream and cookies that were from that gingersnap recipe from two generations back.
“Oh. I was supposed to go grocery shopping today.”
Elle glanced over. The refrigerator had a bottle of ketchup in its door, a mostly empty thing of ranch dressing on its top shelf, and seven bottles of white wine stacked on their sides like cordwood on the bottom.
Her mom shut the fridge and began opening cupboards.
“It’s okay, Mom. I’m actually not hungry. I forgot that I already had breakfast.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Her mom came over, pulled out the other chair, and sat down. “So how’s school going?”
“Good.”
“Are you ready for Christmas break?”
Elle fiddled with her parka sleeve. Then decided she was hot and took the Patagonia thing off. “I guess so.”
“I’m looking forward to having you girls with me for a week. We’ll have so much fun. It’ll be a sleepover.”
Elle glanced toward the bedroom. “Ah…”
Her mother’s chair made a squeak on the bare floor as she stood back up and went across the apartment.
“It will be so much fun.” She closed the door. “I can’t wait.”
As their eyes met, Elle nodded. “Sure. Me, too.”
“Unless you want to stay at your dad’s during the nights? Maybe you’d rather sleep in your own beds. You could just come for a couple of visits.”
“Okay. If that’s easier.”
“Really, it’s what you girls want. But we can have fun for a couple of afternoons.”
“Okay.”
Her mom sat down again and smiled. “Perfect. I’m so looking forward to it.”
Elle stared at her hands. As she tried to think of something to say, she realized she had come over here with questions to ask, questions about things that were really none of her business. Yet the divorce, though it had been between two people legally, had affected four lives, hadn’t it.
“I guess I better go back.”
“You’re so grown up now, driving everywhere.”
“Actually, I came on cross-country skis.”
As she pointed over her shoulder to the door—like either one of them had X-ray vision—her mom smiled in a vacant way. “Out for some exercise, then. You know, you should take up running, you were always good at it as a child.”
“I’m on the track team, remember?”
“Oh, yes, of course. How silly of me.”
Elle cleared her throat. “Do you—there was a snowstorm last night. Did you notice?”