Continued from here. “Here.” Shermie tossed the purple cheetah print throw at me. “You stay on the porch, you hear me?” “But, Mom, what if he…” “No ifs, ands or buts, mister. Stay.” I delivered my best ‘or else no Xbox’ glare. He didn’t need to be witnessing my being a pervert on Barb’s behalf. … Continue reading


