Catherine. " She swept by me without a hug. Okay, that was familiar, too. "You really should wear something warmer, it's freezing out. "

Hello to you, too, Mom. Or whoever the hell you are, because you sure don't look like the woman who raised me.

123 "You should talk, " I managed. "I can see all the way up to your thigh. My God, if Grandma saw you now, she'd come right out of her grave!"

My mother opened her mouth, paused, and then smiled. "I won't tell if you won't. "

I was going directly to the kitchen to fall to my knees in awe before Rodney. Lo and behold, he'd managed to give her a sense of humor, and here I'd figured that would take voodoo, several headless chickens, and a lot of gris-gris.

Author: Jeaniene Frost