“I don’t want to just look good. Her father and I worry about all the drunks out there after dark on a Saturday night,” Brenda said. XXX With the slightest movement on my part he slipped in a little. There was no awkward moment of silence because Carol responded with, “You are so kind, Mrs. Fucking is hard to forget. “You drove all the way out to the Gorge Outlook? Once I had started driving, I could not resist asking, “Did you and your mother have an argument?”
“It was that obvious,” Carol said, “She wanted me to wear one of the pink outfits she just bought me.”
Thinking back, I do remember her wearing pink. “Mother, I have the rubber,” I said in a normal voice.
