Chapter 13We walked the short distance to Mom’s place, and I filled the captain in on what I’d been teaching the children as of late. I opened the door to the homey scent of roasting beef.
Mom grasped the captain to her, the young woman grimacing slightly at the pressure on her back, but gladly returning the gesture before kissing Mom on both cheeks.
My mother laughed coquettishly. I couldn’t believe the effect the captain had on people, particularly the female variety.
Myself included, I thought as I recalled my feelings from being in close proximity to her earlier.
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Mom did most of the talking during dinner. She regaled the captain with tales of my youth, including the time I broke my arm trying to return a fallen chick to its nest. The captain smiled genuinely, and also poli
