Kathy Volk Miller and Marion Wrenn at the Collingswood Book Fair

Did you notice the egg growing cold in the abandoned kitchen before you bolted to the job that you hate?
I still haven't figured out how to work the toaster oven.
The Williams Sonoma trend went right over my head, which might reveal why I'm not what your mother wants for you.
The dreaded machine dings again. I don't give a damn.
Her dry humor recalls my flaws at every obligatory family event, and I wonder why she doesn't see my successes as worthwhile.
The toast has browned and you send me a text. "I won't be home tonight," and I don't have to ask why anymore. Your mother found another eligible bachelorette for you, another reason why you should leave me.
The toast is burnt. Your mother might be right.

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