“I knew I’d overreacted, but honestly? So had he. Worrying about my reaction in the conference room? Chasing me down? What were we doing? Monday night I came home and spent two hours making æbelskivers for dinner. Puffed balls of dough, fried and powdered in sugar, traditionally served for breakfast, but screw it. I needed something elaborate. It was my grandmother’s recipe from Denmark, and focusing on making them perfect gave me time to think. I hadn’t spent much time thinking at all lately. B...ut cooking something so associated with my family also made me miss home, miss my parents, miss the safety of a predictable life, no matter how depressing or untrue. I reached for my phone, not caring how messy my hands were. Mom picked up on the seventh ring. So typical. “Hi, pumpkin!” I heard something crash in the background and she swore, “Fucksticks!” “You okay?” I asked, smiling into the call. It was amazing how three words could make me feel grounded. “Fine, just dropped my iPad.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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