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huffed.
    David started laughing again. I
gave him a severe look.
    “Your face, Hadley. My god. His
face. Her face,” he shook his head. “Amazing!”
    “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I growled at
him.
    The house we were standing outside
of, the one I’d lived in when I graduated from high school, was on top of one
of San Francisco’s many hills. You could almost always make out the red Golden
Gate Bridge through the billowing fog from my bedroom window. I had loved that
window.
    I kicked my suitcase onto its side
and sat down on top of it.
    David didn’t speak for a moment.
“Sorry,” he finally said. “I guess it's not that funny. You grew up
there."
    “Whatever.” I yawned. “I’m just
annoyed she didn’t tell me the new address.”
    “That’s what you’re annoyed about?”
he shook his head. “Man.”
    “I mean, who doesn’t tell
their daughter that they moved?”
    He laughed softly. His parents
probably wouldn’t tell him if they moved, but that would be a conscious,
purposeful decision. My mother had forgotten to tell me. Most of the time,
quite honestly, it felt like she had forgotten she had a daughter at all.
    A black Range Rover pulled up.
David raised his eyebrows at me when the window rolled down.
    “You Hadley?”
    “Yeah,” I said grouchily. Solomon
looked pleasant enough. Older than my mother, just starting to lose his hair, a
friendly smile.
    He got out of the car to help with
our bags. He wasn’t wearing a power suit, just sneakers and jeans and a
sweater.
    He offered me a hand. “I’m Sol.”
    I took his hand and shook.
“Hadley.”
    “And this is…”
    “I’m David McPhee,” David said with
a friendly smile.
     “Nice to meet you.”
    Once we’d gotten our bags loaded
up, Sol tried to make conversation: “So, Hadley, your mom tells me you want to
be a journalist?”
    “Yep,” I said.
    He nodded. “Very cool.”
    “So, how do you know my mother?” I
asked casually. This was a fun question to ask her boyfriends. It always made
them squirm.
    “Well, we, um, you know…” his voice
trailed off and I smirked. “It’s been a month since we got married, I guess,”
he finally said.
    I whipped my head around to look at
his reflection in the rearview mirror. “You got what ?”
    “Married.”
    “Holy shit,” I muttered. My mother
did a lot of crazy shit, but this was a whole new level. I was embarrassed to
have David witnessing it.
    “She—she didn’t tell you?”
Sol stammered.
    “Don’t worry about it,” I said
brightly. “I’m sure the next time that I come home, you’ll be divorced.”
    “Hadley,” David said, shocked.
    “I can’t believe she didn’t tell you!”
    “I can,” I said calmly. “So, where
did you say we were going?”
    “Belvedere.”
    “ Where ?” I demanded in
outrage. Belvedere was not in San Francisco. We had always lived
in San Francisco.
    “Belvedere,” he repeated. “It’s
just outside the city.”
    “Oh my god,” I said. That was a
bigger revelation than the marriage or the house. Sometimes it felt like we’d
lived in countless different places, but we’d only ever had one city.
    Belvedere.
    Unbelievable.
    I inhaled thinly and massaged my
temples. This was a total disaster.
     
    Sol’s house was gorgeous, set about an acre back, with
waterfront views. My mother wore a lavender shift dress and beige Chanel flats.
She kissed me on each cheek.
    “Darling, it’s so wonderful to see
you. And David, love, I’m so happy you’re here to visit. Let me give you both a
tour.”
    “I’ll put their bags in the guest
room,” Sol offered.
    “Oh, thank you, dear,” she said.
    When he disappeared, I turned on
her. “So, you’re married. And you’ve moved.”
    “Yes,” she said calmly.
    “I can’t believe you didn’t tell
me.”
    “Hadley, you just always get so
upset when I tell you I’ve met someone or that I’ve decided to move.”
     “Well, it’s way more upsetting
that you didn’t tell me at all. I literally found