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Once the men were gone, I gave my mother and godmother my best have-at-it look.
Suzanna began on the offensive. "Dear, men have needs. Did you really expect my son to remain celibate if you weren't willing to help him out?"
"Help him out?" I asked incredulously. "Are you saying that if I wanted to keep your son, which I didn't nor do I now, I should've helped out or put out at fourteen? Or maybe I should have waited until I was fifteen?"
"No," Mother replied, her hand fluttering near her neck like it did when she was upset and it was missing its customary glass. "There are two sides to this. On the first side, the most important side," she emphasized, "is that you are a woman of breeding. You did the right thing by abstaining. It's just another reason I'm proud of you. But dea
