Susan was stunned to have met her mother.
After all these years!
And it turned out she knew her mother
and found her abrasive.
Susan put her mind to a clean-out and tried to understand.
She scrubbed furiously.
Vesta was her mother.
She hung the bedding on the line.
Susan was light brown.
But a white mother?
She bundled up the baby and went to the A&P, shopping yet lost in her thoughts. She put away the groceries, laundry, toys, mail, and was grateful for bedtime at last.