Off Balance
By Belea T. Keeney
Oh, goodness, have they picked up a hitchhiker? He looks like a convict.
Sara Livingston stepped off her front porch, watching her husband, Stan, pull in the driveway after a three hour trip to the Indianapolis airport. In the front seat, her handsome David swiveled around to talk to the man in the back. He was bulky, bald, a man she would have glanced over at the supermarket or the post office and instinctively pulled away from.
“Hey, Mom!” David unfolded from the front seat, his blue eyes bright, his handsome face in a glowing grin. He picked her up to hug her, mussing her dress, but she didn’t care. She tugged his right ear with affection. Her beautiful son, tall and strong and he took her breath away. So grown up and such a man now. He kissed her chee
