The tone of my voice surprised me. Where did that raspy drawl come from? Suddenly, the room became silent. I folded my arms.
Emily burst out laughing. “That sounded just like Grandma!”
Me? Like Grandma? No way. My mom and I were very different. But I just couldn’t shake the idea. Could it be? Was it true? Maybe I was turning into my mom!
The next day I watched for clues. And I discovered something mildly disturbing. Sometimes, without warning, Mom’s words came leaping out of my mouth.
“You might want to take a jacket. After all, better safe than sorry.”
“If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.”
“The more you practice, the better you’ll get.”
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, after all.