“Is this why you left his home? And why you’re drinking so much?”
I shook my head.
“A woman?”
I nodded.
She sighed. “Tell me.”
And I did. All of it.
Again.
Because, unlike my sisters, she could get me totell her anything. It’s part of the reason I avoided her like the plague when I wasn’t ready to talk. She should work for the CIA or FBI or something because she’d be able to get anyone to spill any kind of secret, no matter the hardened criminal or spy.
“Oh, you young ones don’t understand context yet,” she said once I was done.
I frowned. “I do.”
She held her hand, palm down, and waved it from side-to-side. “Eh.”
I rolled my eyes.
“It sounds like Waverly has suffered great trauma and she’s shut herself off to protect herself. She hasn’t figured out that by doing that, she is missing out on the best man I know. Alive, that is.”
“I’m sorry I’ve been a dick, Mamma.”
“Don’t call my son a dick,” she bossed. “And I forgive you.”
I smirked.
“You need to take a shower, honey.”
I sighed. “Yeah.”
“Do you need help?”
“I just need help getting the cast guard on,” I said.
“Okay, you get where you need to be and I’ll help you do that, then I’m going to make you dinner.”
“I don’t have much to cook,” I warned.
“I’ll manage.”
Once I was naked, I wrapped a towel around my waist and my mother came in and helped me with the plastic cast guard, then she left me to do my thing.
I was able to (mostly) get dressed, and when Icame out of the bathroom, I found all of my sisters sitting in my now freshly cleaned apartment, the smell of my mother’s homemade garlic bread wafting through the room.
“Nice panties,” Angelica teased as she wound the cord back up to the vacuum.
“Oh my god, Angel,” Frankie snapped. “He’s standing there with an old lady walker, in his boxer briefs because he can’t fully function like a normal person, and you tease him? You’re amonster!”
She winked at me as she walked the ten feet to help me put on my pants.
“Thanks, sissy.”
“No problem.” She grinned. “Glad to see you’re feeling better.”
