The grandfather clock in the living room finished its last chime when the Porsche pulled into the yard. The engine purred as Kurt slid it into park. Letting the curtain fall back over the window, I turned to where my mom sat watching TV.
"Mom, I am going out." I walked over to her chair and kissed her cheek.
"What are you wearing?" She eyed my jeans and tank top.
“Clothes.”
“Lindsay, go put something pretty on.” Her eyes danced with mischief.
“How pretty? And why?”
“Because I know where you are going, and I’m your mother. Change.” She pointed her finger in the direction of my room.
Kurt knocked at the door.
“I’ll get it while you change.” She wheeled her chair to the door before I could respond.
I shook my head as I escaped into my room. Mom always knew best.
“Lindsay will be rig
