When we were walking down the street. “It’s just too big and too colorful for me…” My mother tugged my arm and pointed out a restaurant window as I was discussing my sister’s new tattoo.
“Look,” she growled. And there they are. My dearest buddy and my hubby. sitting in a restaurant booth, too near to one another.
Before leaning in to give my husband a kiss, Mandy ran her fingers over his cheek. “What in the name of the Lord is going on?” My mom’s eyes widened as she gasped.
“Isn’t that Liam? “And Mandy?” I gave a nod. “Yes. Liam is that,” I said. She questioned, “Wasn’t he supposed to be out of the state?” pointing out the blatant lie my husband had told me.
“He was. However, it appears that he simply desired to celebrate his birthday with his lover. My mother remarked, “Your best friend did this to you,” in a flat voice.
