Damn. She’s right. “I hadn’t thought about it, but you’re right, Ma. I’ll see her Monday and nothing will change, either way I want to be her friend, but I’ll think about it. I’ll figure it out before I do anything that will hurt either her or her kids.”
“Good.” Ma pushed herself to her feet. “Now I’ve got to get started on your brother.”
The temptation was too strong. Thorne stood and picked up his bowl.
“Already Ma? You always threatened to cut it off if we got a girl pregnant in high school, now you’re going to encourage Yeats to do just that? Getting a little desperate, aren’t you?”
“Oh you!” She gasped and slapped at him with a towel. “You know I was talking about Frost, you scoundrel!” She laughed a moment and Thorne took advantage of her distraction to carry the bowl of potatoes
