He forgot one thing.
Between a con man and a nineteen-year-old’s trusting heart, there is a mother who cleaned the house, made the pot roast, set out the good dishes —
and never, not for one second, stopped watching the door.
THE END
MY SON BROUGHT HIS NEW BOYFRIEND HOME — THE MOMENT I SAW HIS FACE, I LOCKED HIM IN THE BASEMENT AND CALLED THE POLICE.
