I went straight home and to bed. The next night I went out and drove around but then went back home. I got my shorts on and went to sit on the couch a...nd watch TV with mom. Mom was drinking wine witch she always does. She was wearing just a sleep shirt and nothing else. Dad was off somewhere for work. Mom asked me what was wrong and why was I home on Saturday night? I told her I did not want to talk about it. She gave me some wine and we watched tv. She continued to probe and I gave in and told. ." A whore?" I ask. "I was going to say tramp." She says nodding. "Good. This is how I want you to look mother. It pleases me."After dressing myself I lead her down to her car. Then out into the Sunday sun. ——-As mom drove I ponder the first time I'd seen mom whore herself. My parents had been pretty religious as I grew up. My asshole dad even more than mom. We spent a lot of time at the small church we belonged to. Some time back we were there, mom and I. She was putting together flower. My straight as an arrow Matt would look at this incident as a betrayal of his belief in me and also that of Jason.In the morning I tried calling Matt but he never picked up the phone. For me, it was imperative that I got hold of him. I called up his office only to be told that he had taken a weeks leave and was away from the town. I tried calling up Jason to explain matters to him but it was futile as well, although Jason did pick up the phone once but he hung up as soon he realized that it was. To Gladys, anyone under thirty was still a kid. The girl in front of her was still a kid.“So what was that about not being able to take care of yourself?”“I can’t drive. I can’t carry much of anything. I had a hard time getting into your car. I’m getting incapable of taking care of myself. I’m alone and if something happens to me, then I’m dead.”“I don’t see that, but I’ll assume that you know better than me.”“My children will put me in a nursing home.”“Are you sure of that?” Sandra asked.“They.