At Grandma’s house, spotting me stretched out on Grandma’s bed in my pajamas, Mom said, “Amanda, you look really good.”
“It’s ’cause I’m happy.”
“Yeah, but I mean you look healthy and strong. I think it’s the taekwondo.”
Later, in the car, “Well, I haven’t met [Good Man] yet, but the way you talk about him, I can tell that you two work very well together. He seems to know how to handle you. I’m happy for you.”
Damn, those were nice things to hear.