Walking in the front door Friday after work, sitting on the sofa, and kicking off my shoes, I reached over and clicked on the TV. I was just in time to see the kids doing the Stroll on American Bandstand.
American BandstandMy mother called out from the kitchen, “Are you gonna eat today?”
“Yeah, Ma, I think I can eat something.”
I didn’t think I had much of an appetite, but once I took a bite, the pork chop, beans, rice, and four tortillas were gone.
“It’s good to see you eating again,” my mom said with a concerned look. “What’s the matter? I hear you tossing and turning every night, and you hardly eat anything. Is it about Molly?”
“How do you know about Molly?”
“I talked to Larry,” she said. “I was worried.”
“Larry should learn to keep his mouth shut.”
“They’re all worried about yo
