“I’m with her one hundred percent, Pumpkin,” my dad interjected, reaching over to pat my shoulder. “But, I certainly don’t envy you having to put up with his mother. She is something else again and I know you’re kind of light in the patience department.”
“It’s been a real struggle,” I admitted, turning into the motel parking lot. I walked them to their room and hugged them both while they thanked me profusely for what my dad called ‘a one-of-a-kind day and a first class party.’ As we waved goodbye, I noticed the agitated look in my mother’s eyes when she glanced next door at the darkened window in Sean’s room. Sharing her sentiments, I drove around the front of the building, parked beside Ginger’s car and hurried along the rose-flanked walkway that lead to the small cottage tucked be
