like a million bucks. Once she was
all done up, she couldn’t resist
teasing me, throwing little verbal
jabs the way we’d always do with
each other.
“Now who’s the best-looking
person in the family, eh? I hope you
enjoyed your week of being the
pretty one, ’cause the queen is back,
baby. You spent four hours at the
salon to look like that. I just took a
shower.”
She was just having fun with
me; no son wants to talk about how
hot his mom is. Because, truth be
told, she was beautiful. Beautiful on
the outside, beautiful on the inside.