I was standing outside when the door opened and a girl in her mid-twenties walked out with her phone to her head. "Yes Mom, we're fine. We just left choir practice and we're on our way back to the apartment."
I guess she wasn't completely lying if the bar is on the way home.
"No, there was a guy on the train with a radio..... Yes, I know... Listen, practice went a little late tonight, that's all."
I looked at my watch, it was 2:15 in the a.m.
"Mom... just go to bed. I'll call you tomorrow... ok?" There was a couple minute pause. "Yes Mom, we'll be fine. Just go to bed and I'll call you tomorrow. Good night."
She walked back into the bar and resumed her drinking with her friends.
I had a little laugh at the imagery of her mother sitting at the phone worried about her little girl in the city. Parents always worry, or at the least wonder, about their kids.
Made me start to think about my parents. Not so much my father because he's already six feet under, but about my mother. Maybe her worrying and wonderment is what got her to make the vest for me that I wear on certain nights.
Think I might give her a call tomorrow.