Chapter Twelve
Beverly
With only two more days to go, I had bought all the clothes I would need for the trip and was trying them on while standing in front of my mirror, trying to judge if each outfit was too slutty or just slutty enough. “t**s look perky, so I will call this one just slutty enough.”
A knock came on my bedroom door. “Mom, can I order pizza for dinner?”
We had already had pizza twice that week. I felt like a bad mom and tugged off the clothes. “No, I’ll cook. Give me five minutes, and I’ll be out.”
“It’s okay, Mom. I know you’re excited about your trip. I’ll order some salad with it if you’re afraid I’m not eating enough vegetables.”
Dodge was a good kid. It might have been a little rough, but I had raised a good boy. “No, really. I want to make you something to eat f
