“Mom? Let me see your purse please,” I asked of my mother as we were finishing our evening meal last night.
I had just finished a hot plate of three wonderful and ultra delicious shredded chicken burritos. Mom handed me her purse and I got her car keys out.
“I’ll be in the car if you need me,” I told her with a weak smile as I handed her purse back.
Beads of sweat were forming on my forehead. Mrs. Sandra looked on alarmed and worried. Sandra said I looked white as a ghost.
I was about to have an anxiety attack when the live and loud music started to play. There was just too much stimulus, noise and action going on in that Mexican restaurant for me to take. The silence of my mother’s Civic was wonderful, golden, and grand indeed. I could feel the anxiety start to melt away.
“Are you still going to be able to go to Auburn and the bookstore Thursday?” my mother asked frettingly when she got in the car.
I assured my worried and fret filled mother that we were still on schedule. I was just tired last night and needed to rest. Tuesdays and Thursdays are my biggest days of the week with volunteering in the early morning and my painting classes at night.
“You’ve still got to buy me a hot fudge sundae, remember?” I said with a smirk and then a smile.