12 – Tomas
In May, Vivian’s mother, Astrid, called from Buenos Aires. “Good news!” Vivian exclaimed with a smile after she hung up. “Mutti’s coming to visit at the end of the month. She’ll stay with us, of course.” “Of course,” I replied, swallowing hard. While Vivian was happy to have her mother visit, I constantly felt scrutinized. […]