IT HAD TO BE YOU
She swallowed the hot brew and smiled when she saw the ID of the caller.
“Morning, Mom.”
“‘Happy birthday, my darling. You aren’t moping about, are you?’”
Serena Swanson’s voice held its usual note of censure.
“Actually, no. I was just toasting the grand occasion.”
“‘Mackie, it’s nine in the morning… Surely, you’re not drinking…’”
“No, mother! It’s just coffee.”
“‘Decaf?’”
Mackenzie grimaced.
“No! Ew!”