Back in the swing of things

 At least the kids were leaving her alone, or so Fan thought until she got a text from Jody. She hesitated to call her because she was certain she would ask her some lame question like, "How's it going with Sal?"

But Jody didn't. She was concerned about Cara.

"Cara?" It hurt Fan's feeling just a bit that Jody wasn't worried about her, her mother. After all, she was living with Sal now and it wasn't in the guestroom. Honestly, she couldn't help but smirk just a little bit about it. 

Yes, she'd had her way with him. And to think all this time she thought he was just too chunky for his own good, but she knew better now. And she definitely wasn't giving him back for anyone to shop around. Oh, she found herself laughing now.

"Mom, what's so funny?" Jody pulled her back to reality. "Nobody is there for Cara. She and her dad won't even speak to each other."

"Well," Fan cleared her throat trying to get this straight with a level head that wasn't in the muck of her teenage mind. "It's her father's fault."

"Of course, we know that, mom." Jody practically wailed. and Fan headed to the bedroom and shut the door. After all, Sal was making brunch.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"I dunno." Jody started, but then said. "Be the mom you're supposed to be. You know, she..she never stayed with her mom. They are like strangers. She was always with her Dad."

"I'm not calling him," Fan yelped as she festered a frown. No way in hell, she thought.

"I don't want you to call him," Jody said. "You could reach out to Cara. Invite her over. Let her be a part of our family."

"Our family?" Fan squinted harder. "Well, of course, she's our family. Look, I will call her. I will-" Still, she didn't want to make it a big production. What did Jody want? A family dinner?

Fan sighed. "I'll talk to Sal." She'd let him do the cooking.