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unofficial member of ours a long time ago.
    “Why wouldn’t you look at his jeans? That’s where his dick is! Well, you definitely missed out on quite a show! I’d bet he’s packing at least a niner. Maybe even a ten.” She says it so matter-of-fact that I can’t tell if she’s serious or just pulling my leg, but the chiming of the grandfather clock makes it irrelevant. I’m already late for work.
    “Listen, I’ve gotta go, you little nympho. Can you put Rowdy in the guesthouse whenever you leave? You work at Whittaker’s tonight, right?” I stand and Rowdy hops up instantly to join me.
    “Yeah, I’ll probably just hang out here and head out around five. You gonna stop by tonight?”
    “I might. It depends when Mom lets me leave. The way it’s looking, I won’t get in to work until about ten.”
    “Alright, well text me if you end up going. And, dear Lord, please bring that fine-ass specimen with you. I’m gonna go take a long nap in your bed and dream about Mr. Anaconda slithering into my cave.” She stands and heads toward the hallway.
    “You have got to stop reading those romance novels.”
    “Oh no, it’s not the romance novels. The erotica ones are what really get my pussy percolating.” She cackles and makes her way down the hall to my room.
    “You need serious help, you know that, right? How are we even still friends?”
    She turns her head, feigning a look of disgust, and then she flashes her wide, beautiful smile. “You love me, whore, and you know it.”
    She blows me a kiss and disappears down the hall.

    I slipped through the front doors of our shop, my hands full of lattes and donuts. Mom just rolls her eyes and laughs. A welder’s mask sits over her long brown hair, which is tucked beneath a blue bandana. Our latest project is in front of her, half-finished but actually starting to look like a dragon.
    “Tough morning, my dear?” Mom pulls off the welder’s mask, setting it aside and sliding her reading glasses on top of her head.
    I set the lattes and donuts on the massive wooden work table amongst different metal pieces and parts picked from junkyards and garage sales. There are also several projects in varying stages of completion. Mom never works on just one project at a time. Her mind is always going.
    She’s taught me a little of the skill over the years, and though I truly enjoy it, I’m primarily the business side of Watson Metalworks. I got my degree in finance at Mizzou, and I’ve been running the books here ever since. I give Mom shit all the time, but she really is the greatest part of my life.
    She came from the other side of the tracks, worked her way through art school and met Dad along the way. Their love is something I dream about. It’s something I long for. Not just yet… but one day.
    “It wasn’t too bad. Brandi came over late last night, so she kept me up talking awhile. You know how she gets.”
    “Did your new friend ever show up.?”
    “Why is he my friend? Dad’s the one who took him in like a lost puppy… And yeah, he showed up right before I left.”
    “Oh yeah? Those two were quite drunk last night. I didn’t think either would remember.” She slips her glasses over her wise eyes and sits back down on her stool. Then she pulls pencil-drawn plans from a drawer and starts going over them. As if talking to the papers, she asks, “What was he wearing?”
    “Mom?!”
    “What? I’m just imagining a wife beater and a sexy pair of jeans. Maybe some work boots and a bandana.” She closes her eyes and throws her head back, letting out an exaggerated sigh, followed by a wicked laugh.
    “Both you and Brandi need sex addiction therapy.” I head to my desk just a few steps away, take a seat and power up my computer.
    “I’m forty-five, dear. That means I’m in my sexual prime.”
    My thought: Mom and Dad naked, the sound of skin slapping skin.
    My reaction: coffee creeping its way back up my throat.
    “Please, mother of mine, keep all talk