Buddys Mom
Buddy’s Mom (mF) CHAPTER ONE We had been swimming all day at the Westwood Pool, and were waiting for Buddy’s mom to pick us up in the parking lot. It’s a bitch not having your own car and having to catch a ride, but it was better than staying home or riding the bus. I had never met his mom, but expected she would look like everybody else’s mom, sort of like the lady on the cake mix box. Was I wrong! “Here she comes,’ Buddy said. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Here in a 1956 restored white Ford...