Shit! Amanda’s recital.

“You forgot, didn’t you?”

“Honey, I-“

“-had to follow a lead. Or isn’t that what you wanted to say?”

“Amanda…”

“Never mind, mom. I should have known better.”

She stormed out of the living room. Motun was about to call her back when she saw Steve leaning against the doorpost.

“Things just got worse,” she muttered.

“Steve,”

He shook his head, went to the freezer and brought out a bottle of water.

“What did you miss?”

Motun heard the silent ‘again’ which he refused to add. What had she missed, again?

“A- Amanda’s recital.”

“Oh,” He said and ran up the stairs.

Oh? Why wasn’t he saying...