“But then?” Mom says.
“She reached out to Shaw a few weeks ago.”
“And now you’re sleeping with her?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you want my opinion? My approval? What needs to happen here?”
“I’d like your opinion,” Shaw says. “I had some complicated feelings about it and didn’t handle the situation well at first. Of course, your son was a perfect gentleman. You raised him right.”
“And what, I somehow failed you all these years?”
“No, ma’am. I have no excuse.”
“What did you do?” she asks.
“I was kind of a dick to her.”
“While you were sleeping with her?”
“Yeah. But I apologized. We made up last night. Everything’s cool.”
She frowns at Shaw and we both know if he wasn’t standing across the kitchen, she’d smack him upside the head.
“I promise. I apologized.”
“Uh huh. So, you’ve spent enough time with her that Shaw had to apologize for something. Any clue where it’s heading?”
“At this moment, no,” I say.
“Nope,” Shaw adds.
“Well, since you two seem to have this all figured out.”
“We don’t at all. I think we just like her,” I confess.
“My opinion is to be careful. I don’t know the girl, so I don’t want to say anything about her, but you better make sure you’re on the same page and that you’re looking at this with clear heads and not your lusty loins.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“I’m serious.”
“We know you are and we hear you.”
“Good.”
“Let me step out and get this glue,” Shaw says, wanting to get the hell out of this conversation. “Miss Lynetta, when I get back, let’s talk about renovations. I can vet some contractors for you.”
“You’re not going to do it?”
“I can build you some cabinets, but you know that’s not my specialty. I definitely don’t do floors and, girl, you need new floors. Also, I know jack all about building codes.”
“Plus, he’ll charge you triple and take three times as long,” I add.
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t knock my process.”
“Sure, let’s talk,” Mom laughs before she hands him a twenty-dollar bill. “Pick me up some milk and some of those Ferrero Rocher.”
