You begin to stammer an apology, when your mom hisses at you, “Did your father put you up to this?”
What ever you were about to say is blown from your mind by your mothers hissed question. At the look of dumbfoundment on your face, her eyes soften just marginally when Tracy busts into the storage room yelling, “What’s going on.”
Your Mother gives you a hard look and says, “Nothing Sweetie, your brothers is just as clueless as your father when it comes to organizing anything.”
“Well, what do you expect mom, unless it‘s Football or baseball men are useless.” Tracy says laughingly.
Your face flaming, you turn away aghast with embarrassment, but grateful that your mom didn’t announce to the whole shelter that her son copped a feel. But also your mind is afire by her furious question of “Did your father put you up to this.”
“What, bro too close to the truth,” Tracy taunts you, thinking her comment got to you.
“Tracy, that’s enough.” Your mothers rebukes.
“Okay Mom, you don’t have to tell me twice” Tracy says leaving your and your Mom alone in the storage room again.
You hear the storage door close, and turn to see your mom reach up and lock the door from the inside.
Turning back to you, your mom crosses her arms across her chest and just stares at you.
“Mom,,,I,” You start.
“, please don’t lie to me did your father ask you to feel me up.” You mom asks.
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