Sunday - Canada.
- Do you think your mother will like me?
- I think... she'll hate you as soon as she sees you.
- Serious?
- No. I'm kidding, my mom will love you just like my dad and my brothers did.
She was surprised by the atmosphere as she got out of the car. It was colder than Atlanta. She had to walk hugging Justin to keep warm from the cold until they entered his mother's house. Which was really big, and pretty, with a warm, calm decor.
- Glad you arrived! Justin, I was getting worried already.
They looked to the top of the stairs, where Pattie, Justin's mother, was coming down very excited. She was a tall woman, with long brown hair and pale eyes, wearing a large wool sweater and flannel pajama pants.
- It's been snowing a lot around here, it was difficult to land. - Justin
