“Glad to see you back, feeling better?” “Oh, I am a bit better, thank you for asking” I smile.
I had lied to my boss that I was sick.
“Got to check it out, you know, could be strep. Make sure it’s not contagious”.
Kira lets out a concerned sigh. “You should. I haven’t been feeling great either”. Her voice is raspy.
But it really was a necessary lie, because I had to sub for my mother by administering a tortuously difficult Russian grammar test at Boston University. The students weren’t supposed to know I was her daughter.
You’d be surprised how little freshmen question things if you greet them with a confident “Privet!”
They never figured it out. She was in Rome with my father celebrating their 35th.
I was sick, actually, but I had to go anyway.