“A literacy program.”
“Then I’d like more information about the program.”
She laughed faintly.
“Of course.”
We spoke about the work.
Not about the wedding.
I attended because the cause interested me.
Not because I owed Margaret acceptance.
At the event, she introduced me as:
“Lauren’s mother, Marilyn.”
Nothing more.
No attempt to explain my career.
No mention of our modest home.
No apology repeated for the benefit of listeners.