Noah’s POV
It is Sunday, which means it is going to my mother’s house for dinner day, and as no one gets out of dinner with Ma unless they are full on dying, I'm currently on my way. Even when I was in the hospital after surgery, I didn't get out of her Sunday meals, she would bring me a plate to my room in the hospital, and sit with me while I ate it.
I turn onto main street, heading toward the flower shop, Betty opens for half a day on Sunday’s, she always laughingly says it’s for all the people who come home worse for wear from parties and clubs. She swears that after Mother’s Day and Valentines day, Sundays are her best trading days due to hung over husbands needing something to apologise to their angry wives.
I’m here because I like to get my Ma sporadic gifts, no particular reason
