Chapter １１７

There on the stairs stood a lady with long black hair and huge dark eyes, in her mid-fifties. She was well-preserved, although the last time I had seen her there had been more flesh on her bones. Behind her, my father lingered, appearing older than ever.

“Joyce,” the lady murmured, and flung herself into my arms and started to sob.

I responded, “Oh.” “Hello, mother.”

The worst kind of coitus interruption is when your parents walk up at your door just as you're about to go nasty.

I uncomfortably stroked her shoulders. When I called out, “Mom,what’s the problem”

As she drew back, her eyes became keen and enraged. She was about to yell, “You!” “You're the problem!” She glared at whatever she saw lurking over my shoulder. “And you, too. You're the problem.”

I looked back and saw Luke standing there. I returned to my mum in disbelief. “Mom,” I said, “are you alright?”

She yelled, “No!” at me. As soon as I opened the door, she rushed by me and entered the home without warning.