I shrugged, irritation surfacing from somewhere I didn’t bother to examine. “Come on, Anna. Your classmates are probably surgeons, lawyers, executives. What are you going to say? That you’re just a stay-at-home mom?”
That word.
Just.
It landed heavier than I expected.
Her shoulders stiffened. Her lips pressed into a thin line.
“Oh,” she said quietly. “Okay.”
No argument. No tears. She turned back to the sink and kept washing dishes.
She didn’t go to the reunion.
And she didn’t really talk to me for days.
