Mrs. Jones gaped, her eyes shifting from side to side as if they were rereading the words I had just relayed to her.
“Why, that’s practically since the first day he arrived! He must have had his eyes set on you as soon as he arrived – if not before.” she exclaimed in amused gossip, as if it was not her son we were talking about.
I lowered my head and gulped. In turn, she knew immediately that I was leaving out a key piece of the story.
“What is it? There’s more? Come on, don’t bury your chin in your chest, tell me this instant.” she demanded eagerly. He tone was not aggressive; rather, she spoke fast, craving more gossip.
And, so, I told her about our very first kiss that, you might recall, was taken from me in middle school. Upon hearing this story, Eric’s mother grinned, though sh
