Chapter Twenty-Two
It was nearly five PM. Richie was upstairs in his bedroom doing the preliminary sketches for an assignment from Miss Phillips when he heard his mother come into the house. He was still basking in the pliant warmth and heady scent of Miss Phillips breasts. The memory was made even sweeter by her news he was going to be class valedictorian. The experience had falsely substantiated him. He’d never felt so empowered. An art career could follow, but now that he was graduating with honors, it was a new ball game. Perhaps he thought he could be somebody, like maybe a manager under his mother’s tutelage. Imbued with an inflated sense of his importance, he decided to raise the question of a Sunshine laundry position after graduation.
When Margaret came upstairs, she poked her h
