Uh-huh. There was some dancing all right!Did I just say that? Jesus, Alan, grow up. That’s your mother you’re talking about.I try to suppress a frown, but I don’t do a good job of it.
Mom looks back at me, and I can see her trying to work out why there’s a knot on my brow. Suddenly her eyes grow large and her face colors, and she’s like a cat in a litter box scrambling to cover its business. “Well, I’m off.”
“Okay, we’ll see you later.” I see her to the door and watch her toddle to her house.
Monie speaks up behind me. “Alan, that wasn’t very nice.”
“What?” I say, turning to her.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. The look on your face. Really? You might as well have come right out and accused her.”
“Was it that obvious?” I ask.
“Of course it was!” She sees me wince. “Headach
