"So Mom, you wanted me to share a picture with my sisters, but you didn't send one."
She laughs and I can hear Brat's voice echoing on tile. Mom and Brat are butterflies. They flit in and out of conversation and often chatter in unison. "Brat sent a picture." She tells me.
Uh huh. "I see," I roll my eyes at hubby and speak into the phone, "so you sent me a text, and then six hours later, Brat sent a picture, of someone I don't know, and I'm suppose to connect the dots?"
"Of course." She says.
"Of course." I echo. "So, what's been going on?"
"Well, Brat took us to the Lt Dan Band concert for wounded vets and while she took pictures, we enjoyed the show, which was a little loud for your father, but we had a delightful time, and then today Tara taught me to make earrings, and now we're going downtown for waffles, ... "
She pauses for breath, so I cut in. "Tara, who?"
"Tara. Oh she's a delight. She's a wounded veteran who has reinvented herself as a jeweler. She's a wonderful young lady and her designs are very clever."
"Really?" I manage, before she regales me with stories of her afternoon, of Tara's jewlery and Brat's agenda.
Several days later, Dad forwards a copy of Tara's email and his reply. I'm afraid that it's too late for Tara. My parents have claimed her and now that she's one of us, there is no escape. Next thing I know, Tara will be white water rafting with Jinxso, and hobnobbing with Brat.
Now, Tara sacrificed a lot for her country, and Mom's right, she's a delightful young woman. So get your butts over to her website and buy a shiney bauble or two for your loved one. I have a feeling she's going to be very busy this holiday season. Cheers.