“Your girlfriend’s here,” I said to Street Sign. He turned to see a woman in her eighties make her way slowly to our table. Sarah sat down next to Street Sign. I noticed her hands were shaking. She told us her son had wrecked another car. Sarah had been riding in the car.
“What should I do about him?” she asked.
“He’s forty-eight years old,” I said. “It’s time to kick him to the curb.”
“I can’t throw him out,” she said. “I just love that boy to death.”
“His death?” Street Sign asked. “Or yours?”
Today I will beware: sometimes we love people to death – our own.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose
Life on Life's Terms III is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
Other works by Ken Montrose are available at: http://www.amazon.com/Ken-Montrose/e/B001K8MG0S