Tyler left the room before he could see the slight fear in Libby’s eyes. His mother? What would she think? Was she one of those overbearing mothers or was she one of the sweet ones? Her own mother was a mix of both.
“Tyler.”
“Ma, why are you here? It’s pretty early. Is everything ok?”
“You forgot.”
Tyler stood with the door open staring at his mother. What did he forget about? Then he realized. “s**t. I am so sorry. I did forget.”
“Do you want me to come back later?”
“No, no. Come on in. I am sorry. Uh, can you give me a minute?”
“You have company, don’t you?”
“Well, actually,”
“I see her shoes Tyler. You are a grown man. You do not have to hide things from me. Jeez, son, I may be old but I am not stupid.”
“It’s Libby.”
“Wait? Libby? Libby from the truck stop?"
“Yeah.”
