from chatting with a stranger in a bar.
âHow have I never heard of you backpacking through Europe?â she said. âI mean  ⦠what? I canât imagine you doing anything that free-spirited. Mostly youâre all business, all the time.â
âI did go to college in the seventies,â Laurel said. âWe were all a little looser in those days. Or we tried.â
âBut you graduated from an all-girls school with insane academic standards,â Annie pointed out. âHow many âlooseâ people could there have been at Wellesley? Or at Georgetown Law?â
âThere were a few. And many more who were trying to be free spirits but didnât necessarily pull it off. Ah, tales of misspent youth. Before you get married, make sure you have a few tales of your own.â
âI still donât get it,â Annie said, her motherâs story nagging at her. âIâm sorry. Iâm not trying to beat a dead horse butââ
âYou know I hate that expression.â
âHow come you havenât brought this up before?â Annie asked. âHow did you not mention it on the plane ride to London, or during dinner last night, or even over coffee this morning? Youâre a nostalgic person. You get teary-eyed about horses and summer interns. Then thereâs this book, which stirs up all kinds of bittersweet memories. I say this with all due respect, but what the hell, Mom?â
Laurel inhaled deeply, as if to speak, then held her breath there, locked safely behind her chest. For the first time Annie saw not a rigid, rule-abiding horsewoman but instead a person with a past.
âWas he with you?â Annie asked, the answer suddenly so obvious. âWhen you came through Banbury with your friends? Was he backpacking, too?â
âWho?â Her mom blinked.
âMy father. Who else?â
âNo. God no. He was nowhere near my life then.â
âThen what is it?â Annie stood. âWhat happened?â
âAnnie, if you ever decide to have childrenââ
âOf course Iâll have children!â she snapped. âEric is dying to become a father!â
Laurel frowned.
âNot now or anything,â Annie added hastily. âBut, Mom, weâre doing it. Weâre getting married. Youâre not going to talk me out of it.â
âI understand that,â Laurel said with a nod. âListen, sweetheart. Teaching your children to be their own people, to exist outside of you, is tough. You want them to avoid repeating your past mistakes but youâre also wary of forcing them to repeat the good stuff, too. That comes with a whole set of expectations that doesnât work for anyone.â
âWhich is why you didnât mind that I majored in English, instead of finance like you.â
âSomething along those lines.â
Unlike her daughter, Laurel never wouldâve graduated college without a legitimate career path. Not that fake researcher wasnât growing on Annie. But when she first declared her major some two or three years ago, it was a half-assed rebellion, a test, which Laurel readily passed. Her mom put up exactly no fight.
âAnnabelle, Iâm having a very hard time with your engagement,â Laurel said, chin and voice trembling. âEric is a lovely person but when I look at what youâre missingâ¦â
Annie thought of Mrs. Spencer, a woman who had had her own apartment in Paris at age twenty, over a hundred years ago. She tried to picture her mom at twenty but it felt like trying to read a book in the dark.
âMaybe Iâm not missing anything,â Annie said, to her mom and to herself.
âMaybe not. Listen, Iâm not a perfect parent. Even now Iâm trying to figure things out. I want you to be independent. I want you to see the world and experience the awesome. But I also want to save you from the pain. These desires, mostly they
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