Rachel grabbed the sleeve of Andy’s shirt to tug him out of earshot. “Your mother has an accent?”
Andy shrugged. “Sure. Didn’t I mention?”
“No. I would have remembered.”
Andy frowned. Her tone sounded far more irritated than the situation dictated.
“Is it a problem?” he asked.
Rachel nodded. “Probably. My family is not the forgiving type.”
“Forgiving? What?” Realization flooded over Andy. “You’re kidding. My mother wasn’t even born then.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Rachel said, her lips set firmly.
“Get over it. She’s not from where you think she is.”
“She has the accent.”
end 4/28/2017
S. Darlington
This is so sad!! It doesn’t matter where people come from, the world belongs to all of us.
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Thanks so much! 🙂