“I have a
feeling you’re going to learn a lot more about your mother in the next few
days,” Michael said.
“What
does that mean?”
“She
isn’t the prissy, perfect mom you always thought she was.”
Never saw
her as prissy. Never, prissy. She was way too intimidating to be prissy. Then
she turned frumpy-don’t-screw-with-me. Why in the heck was he saying that about
Mom? I thought he was, what did Denny say?
Smitten.
He was smitten with her. I was considering slugging him in the face.
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