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“
Try
to
stop
me
,
”
he
whispers
.
I
wave
good
-
bye
as
he
drives
off
into
the
Georgia
sunshine
.
I
’
m
still
wearing
his
sweatshirt
and
his
underwear
,
and
I
’
m
too
warm
.
In
the
kitchen
,
my
mom
is
in
a
complete
flap
.
It
’
s
not
every
day
she
has
to
entertain
a
multi
-
zillionaire
,
and
it
’
s
stressing
her
out
.
“
How
are
you
,
darling
?
”
she
asks
,
and
I
flush
because
she
must
know
what
I
was
doing
last
night
.
“
I
’
m
good
.
Christian
took
me
gliding
this
morning
.
”
I
hope
the
new
information
will
distract
her
.
“
Gliding
?
As
in
a
small
plane
with
no
engine
?
That
sort
of
gliding
?
”
I
nod
.
“
Wow
.
”
She
’
s
speechless
—
a
novel
concept
for
my
mother
.
She
gapes
at
me
,
but
eventually
recovers
herself
and
resumes
her
original
line
of
questioning
.
