I just got off the phone with my mother. And I got some shocking news. Jillian Laura McCaughey Hotchkiss is on her way to Louisiana. And she's coming to see -- me.
The last time I saw her, we exchanged bitter words. And I think I know what the problem is.
I'm exactly like her.
Looks wise I have dad's freckles but that's it. Everything else belongs to her. The eyes, the hair color, the hair cut, even the near sightedness.
When my parents split up, my dad took custody of me while mom traveled the country as an attorney.
Mom was a total go-getter. She was the kind of person to whom if there was an opportunity to do something, she went ahead and did it, and then asked questions later.
During tonight's phone conversation, my mother sounded somber, almost melancholy (did I spell that right?). She was crying. It was someone I hadn't heard before.
She wasn't my mother. She was someone else pretending to be my mother.
As I've said before in this space, my mother is an identical twin. Her twin sister, Joan Marie McCaughey Fleming, lives in Colorado with her rancher husband and 4 kids. They look exactly alike but are different as night and day. Sometimes I used to wish Aunt Joan was my mother instead of my mother.
I'm nervous as all heck and I have no idea what I'm going to say to her. I, Haley Elizabeth Hotchkiss, who has something to say (usually) about anything and anyone, will probably turn to mush around that woman.