Falling (Bits and Pieces, Book 1) (58 page)

“Yes.” He politely reiterated. “I’m driving.”

I snuck a peek at my mom’s face. It had changed back to being pleasant, like it was when we were first working on the egg rolls.
 
“Oh, that’s fine then.” She turned back to face me. “Sure,
Elizabeth
, you can go. Since Patrick will be there.”

What? I got whiplash from the 180 degree turn my mom did. So, apparently, if Patrick was with me, everything was okay. She didn’t trust me, but she trusted him. It stung, but I was really glad that she did. Otherwise, life would really suck and I’d be truly alone. The truth was I trusted him more than I trusted myself most of the time.

We finished the rest of the egg rolls and packaged them up to store in the freezer. My mom invited him to come over Christmas Eve. I was shocked. She always said it was just family. He was probably the kid they always wanted. That’s fine. His parents were the parents I always wanted. But I wouldn’t wish my parents on anyone. Okay, except for those that I really hated, like Becca. I was expecting my mom to yell at me for putting her on the spot after Patrick left. She didn’t. Wow. It was a Christmas miracle.