“Okay, mister. Be prepared to be pampered by my mother. She takes her chocolate very seriously. You certainly didn’t scrimp when you chose for her. Pa enjoyed the whiskey so they may decide to keep you as their son and ship me off to Canada.” Willem was pulling up to the driveway.
Forewarned of their arrival, Willem’s mother was waiting in the front garden. She hurried over to the car beaming a wide smile. Jack barely left the car when he was wrapped in a maternal hug.
“Thank you for the chocolate and for being a good friend for Willem while he was in Canada.” She spoke slowly, pronouncing her words carefully. “Come inside to meet my husband, Tyrese.”
Willem grinned. “Hey Ma, I’m here too. You remember, the child you raised as your own.”
“Yes, yes, Willem. Bring the bags inside.” She h
