When we arrived home Friday afternoon, the word stoked was the best way to describe mother’s excitement about the party. For Christ’s sake, you’d have thought the party was for her. Then again, maybe it really was. When we drove into our circle driveway, she came out the front door, to meet us. As soon as I introduced her to Ashley and Bunny, mother said we needed to come into the house, as she had a story, she wanted to tell them. I froze when she said that. What a ditz I was, I wanted to kick myself in the ass; I should have foreseen what was coming next. I had forgotten one imperative thing, something I would never forget again. Never, and I mean never, would I ever bring friends home with me, on my birthday. As we entered the house, mother couldn’t wait to give us all a soft drink, ush
