The look on mom’s face is priceless. She looks like she wants to murder someone and cry at the same time. My mother is not used to people putting her in her place, and she definitely isn’t used to people standing up for me. Every other boyfriend she ever had was always worried about keeping her happy. They couldn’t care less about what she did or said to me.
My mom doesn’t say anything, so Curtis clears his throat, asking again. “I said, do you understand me, Carolyn?”
Mom glares at me and turns to face Curtis. “Yes.” She whispers so quietly I almost don’t hear it and then she stomps off. Reminding me of a child that just got in trouble and is about to throw a temper tantrum.
Curtis doesn’t follow her, which I’m sure is just another thing that will piss her off. Curtis looks at me, and
