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“”WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY son to make him behave this way?"
Pumpkin tried to stay in the present, and not flash back to the last conversation she ever had with her mother-in-law. Mrs. Colson, the woman who currently sat before her, was in her early forties with perky boobs, further perked up with help from Victoria's Secret. Her wrinkle-free face was set in a scowl and her blue eyes were intent on Pumpkin.
"Mrs. Colson," Pumpkin began. "Tyler has to accept some of the responsibility for his actions."
Tyler sat beside his mother, a smirk on his face. Arms crossed over his chest in a nonchalant manner that broadcasted confidence that he could sit back and relax while Mommy bailed him out of trouble.
Yeah, serious deja vu.
"He did the assignment," said Mrs. Colson.
"He turned it in la
