After Lucy left, Amy was about to stretch herself on the sofa when the doorbell rang. "Are you kidding me?" she mumbled to herself when she went to open the screen door and saw a middle-aged woman.
She opened the door and stepped aside to let her in. Something about her looked familiar, she had blond hair…Oliver! After ruining her life, they had now settled for their mothers. Amy shut the door and folded her hands to her chest, her eyes half closed in disinterest.
"I am Oliver's mother; since we haven't met I also act like Jeff's mother. Once I heard he had gotten married I came to check out for myself."
Wow, even their moms were as annoying as them. "Then I am sure that your son told you how bad I am."
"Yes, he did." Bold and honest, she liked it.
"And you still came?"
The woman nodded. "I like to see people for myself," she gave her a brief but honest smile.
Amy shifted her weight to the other leg. "I am just warning you that I can be a little very rude."
