He'd turned in his seat and leaned down to start the car. When he saw me looking at him, he chuckled, saying, "It's okay. I know you didn't know, but now you do." He waited another couple of minutes, then put the car in gear. "I better get you home."
We drove through Clear Lake, along the highway into Mason City and through the quiet town. When he pulled up to our house, he put the car in park and leaned over towards me.
"I have a big question for you, Martha. Are you ready?"
"I don't know," I said, my eyes widening. What on earth could he want to know that I'd need to prepare for? "I guess so."
"Would you be willing to meet my mother?" he asked.
I felt my throat dry up on the spot. I tried to swallow and found it difficult, a million worries rushing through my mind. Meeting his mothe
