cottonstar
The fallout that he had with his father over 20 years ago was finally coming to a head. Here the old bastard was, lying half dad on his doorstep, barely able to lift his arms to knock on the door.
She was almost driven to madness when she saw her Ex, arm in arm with a taller, more attractive woman than herself. It was not as if she blamed the woman who was with her Ex; no, it was the bastard himself for frequenting one of her usual hangout places just to show off his new arm candy.
"If you don't get the dirt from under your fingernails I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap!" Mother always had a way with threatening us to do what we were told, she never took a simple "No," as an answer to her questions and she was always quick to quell any witty remarks with her famous death glare.
The old woman took the few linens she had left to wash out to the line to dry. She missed the days when her husband, Herbert would help her do the laundry but even then it took them twice the amount of time to finish.