"It's always something," Hilda said.
It was nice and dark by the time she left. Her daughter was waiting for her when she got back.
"I told you not to go out alone at night," Sarah said. Exasperation planted itself like weeds all over her pretty face.
"And I told you not to date Freddie," Hilda said.
"Ma! That was twenty years ago."
"Thirty," Hilda said, slipping out of her shoes. "Not that I'm counting."