"What are you doing here?" she said.

I could feel the crimson rising like tequila suns in my cheeks. "Um, I had something for your mom."

"What?"

"A book."

...

I picked up the smallest one, a paperback of the Nichomachean Ethics, and carried it to her.

"My mother wants to read Aristotle?"

"Well, I don't know. We were just talking about it."

"Aristotle?"