MOM:           

“PIZZA FROM SCRATCH, HUH?” emily grinned, a show of amusement to counter the fact that her eyes narrowed in suspicion, “you sure you’re my kid? because, as you know, i’m the queen of takeout,” which probably should be a little shameful, but with so many hours on the road, cooking was a chore that was often too exhausting to consider. takeout was easy. “besides, i’m pretty sure school’s good for plenty more than learning how to make pizza —– as much as i appreciate a nice homemade meal now and then,” she commented, pulling her charger from her purse, and moving to plug it into the nearest outlet. the sooner she could charge her phone the better. “i say we make the most of it —– pizza and a movie?” yeah, she was tired, but it was best to unwind before bed anyway. 

      “I mean I am pretty sure.
       Unless there is something
       you’re not telling me. Last
       time I checked I’m pretty
      sure you’re my mom. They
      do say we look alike.”

 Juliet joked softly with her mother as
 as she grabbed a plate from the cabinet.
 Listening to her mother speak. Her tone 
 before was full of playfulness, happy her
 mother was not home and safe. It was nice 
 to have a free night. A night with a movie
 and a home cooked meal was not something
 that happened to often. Both were busy, Juliet
 older now able to much things on her own.
 This was a nice treat, one Juliet needed.

     “I guess school is good for other 
      things too. Not very much though.
      What movie are you thinking? I 
       mean we never get girls nights in.”