Her mother was the last person Rosalyn needed to think about – at least right now. Things hadn’t been this bad when she’d moved to Atlanta to complete her MBA. Back then the two-hour drive from Columbus, Georgia hadn’t been far enough to discourage her mother’s frequent visits to preach the virtues of keeping her books opened and her legs closed.
Marriage and children hadn’t factored into the equation. Now, since her thirty-first birthday, Rosalyn’s conversations with her mother strayed predictably to those subjects. Part, but not all, of the problem had been resolved when she’d found a job in Richmond, Virginia - just outside of momma's “dropping in” range.Read Entire Story
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