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The following day, I call my mom when I’m home from work. It’s been a relatively peacefulday at the Clayton’s, allowing me far too much time to think. I’m restless, nervousabout my showdown with Mr. Control Freak tomorrow, and at the back of my mind, I’mworried that perhaps I’ve been too negative in my response to the contract. Perhaps he’llcall the whole thing off.My mom is oozing contrition, desperately sorry not to make my graduation. Bob hastwisted some ligament which means he’s hobbling all over the place. Honestly, he’s asaccident-prone as I am. He’s expected to make a full recovery, but it means he’s restingup, and my mother has to wait on him hand and sore foot.“Ana honey, I’m so sorry,” my mom whines down the phone.“Mom, it’s fine. Ray will be there.”“Ana, you sound distracted – are you okay, baby?”“Yes, Mom,” Oh if only you knew. There’s an obscenely rich guy I’ve met and hewants some kind of strange kinky sexual relationship, in which I don’t get a say in things.“Have you met someone?”“No, Mom.” I am so not going there right now.“Well, darling, I’ll be thinking of you on Thursday. I love you… you know that honey?”I close my eyes, her precious words give me a warm glow inside.