loudly, “Mama is getting mad.”
“I’m not mad.”
“You make that face when you’re mad.”
I continued quickly.
“It’s your office. Separate entrance. No Prescott Technologies branding. No rent. Or rent, if that makes you feel better.”
“It might.”
“I anticipated that.”
She laughed despite herself.
“But that isn’t the gift.”
“What is?”
“The choice.”
Her expression softened.
“You can use it. Don’t use it. Change it. Paint it purple. Turn it into storage. I don’t care.”
“You absolutely care if I paint it purple.”
“Deeply. But I’ll survive.”
She
