CHAPTER 9
Ricky hurried up the steps to the church entrance and held the door open for his mother.
“I can’t believe it,” she huffed. “I haven’t been late in over two decades.”
Ricky got the feeling Mom wasn’t exaggerating.
Their Sunday morning tardiness was the result of a power flicker during the night that turned off both their alarm clocks. They still could have made it on time if it weren’t for his mother’s tendency to take upwards of an hour until she decided she was respectable. But still she’d found multiple ways of making Ricky feel like he was at fault for their being late.
“What would your father think?” she demanded, although with his dad away on one of his many company retreats, Ricky doubted he’d care much at all. Mom was the one who made sure the family got up and ready
