That son of a b***h. “Want me to—”
“No. My uncles are dealing with it.”
“Okay, but if you change your mind—”
“It isn’t likely, but thanks for the offer.”
“Wait a second. What about your mother?”
“What about her?”
“If your uncles aren’t coming, she’ll be all alone after you drive her home.”
“She’s a grown woman, Mark. She’s been alone many times.”
“Yeah, but not when she’s dependent on a cane.” Since that “accident” in mid-October, she’d needed a small-base quad cane to help her get around. Her orthopedist had promised it wouldn’t be for much longer.
“Well, what do you suggest?”
“She can stay in my guest room.” Of course that would kill any plans for Quinn and me making love, but I could deal for a few nights.
“Mark—”
“Make sure she packs a bag, okay?”
“Thank you.”
“Yeah, yeah
