"How are you, Miss Abby?"
"I absolutely adore it when you call me 'miss' even though I'm not." I gave her a warm hug. "But to answer your question, my dear Betty, I'm doing just fine."
She chuckled, slightly embarrassed. I could tell she did it with genuine enthusiasm. If only she knew what I got up to with my husband in the office, she probably wouldn't treat me like a fifteen-year-old girl. I can't fathom why everyone still sees me as a young girl.
I made my way towards my mother's room, as Betty had informed me that she was there. I quickly ascended the stairs and reached her room. As I entered, I found the answer to the question I had pondered earlier. I threw myself onto my mother's bed, allowing her to pamper me with gentle caresses on my head, just like she used to when I was a t
