Life Imitates Art

Avery

Mom raised an eyebrow. "And you're not?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means my daughter works too hard." She tossed a piece of popcorn at me. "You're allowed to have a personal life, you know."

I caught the popcorn and popped it in my mouth. "Says the woman who used to work sixty-hour weeks."

"And look where that got me," she countered, gesturing to herself. "Don't be like me, Avery."