#Chapter35
The Grays
Patty
I was looking for my keys in my room when Mom opened the door. /"Patty, I need you to take something over to Lucille./"
I stood up and glanced at her. /"Not romance novels./" I groaned
/"She wants to read the recent one when I get done./"
I knew her tone because she didn’t use it for the heck of it. She always has a hidden meaning behind it.
/"Mom, I hate when you send me over there./"
/"Oh, come on. You enjoy seeing Lucille./"
/"Yeah, Lucille. When I go over there, I have to deal with the boys./"
/"What’s wrong with the boys? They’re charming and polite, young men./"
If she knew the truth about the Gray boys, she wouldn’t view them the same way. My mom was naïve with the Gray boys, and they pulled the wool over her eyes. Hey, Mrs. George, they greeted her. How are you, Mrs. George? You get the point.
