Her voice cooled even more. “And I bought my first home. Are you going to keep bringing up Nancy every time something good happens to someone else?”
“Jealous?”
I felt my knees buckle. I slid into a kitchen chair and gripped the edge of the table.
“Is Mom there?”
“She was. She brought chocolate cake and left after lunch. Everyone’s been asking about you, by the way. Wondering if you’ll stop by.”
I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. “Maybe I will,” I said, surprising myself.
Rosie sounded relieved. “Good. Just try to be positive, okay?”
“Everyone’s been asking about you, by the way.”
I hung up before she could say anything else.
For a moment, I stared at the blank screen.
