"I guess, but why do you want him here? What's wrong with his room?"

"I like my own bed better. Besides, it's symbolic -- having him in our bed. You see that, don't you?"

Rick didn't reply, but judging by the way he looked down at his plate, it was obvious he did. Once again, I had to admire mom's power, and the way she exercised it.

"Good, so that's settled. He's coming over at 8:30, so just be in #1 by then, and everything will be fine."

And everything was fine -- for mom. Once again, it was agony for Rick. The graphic sounds of their fucking lasted longer,...