Chapter 47

Imogen

“Do you want some popcorn for the game?” Mom asks as she busies herself in the kitchen. I swear my mom spends her entire life either in the kitchen or the garden. I’m just kidding she does do a lot for charity and helps out at the retirement home too. She certainly is a busy woman and has more engagements than my pop has with his firm.

“Yes please, Mom.” I shout out as I slip into my fluffy pink slippers thinking it sure is going to be weird when I’m not living at home anymore. It’ll be even stranger living on my own, in New York I had a flat share with three other girls. I’ve already told you they were models so you can imagine all the paraphernalia in the bathroom, make up, shampoos, conditioners, face masks, lotions and potions, nail polishes everywhere. Clothes hanging up after showers for the wrinkles to die out in the steam.

Yes, my own space will be so welcome, but I will miss having mom and dad around me and all this care and home cooking. “Coming right up, Honey. Go si