Twenty-Two
Wes
“Mom,” I repeated. “What are you doing here?”
“Is that any way to greet your mother? I taught you better…”
With a sigh of resignation, I moved to give my mother a kiss on her offered cheek.
“Seriously, Mom, what’s going on?” I asked, hoping she wasn’t planning on staying long.
“You boys don’t call or come home, so I figured I’d take things into my own hands and come to you,” she said, before looking pointedly over my shoulder and asking, “Now who’s this, Brody’s latest…”
“Mom,” I warned, not wanting her to finish that sentence.
“Sorry to disappoint, Mother, dear, but I’m single and enjoying every second,” Brody said as he reluctantly shut the door. “Trixie is Wes’s girl.”
“Yes,” I said, stepping back so I was next to Trixie. I put an arm around her, unsure if I was
