A Proper British Mother
She thought she was pretty slick, tracking me down after all those years. She'd fallen on hard times and I was doing very well. Wouldn't any son help his mother out in a situation like that? He would if he was a sucker. All I knew about my mother I'd learned from my father Aidan. They'd lived in London until I was two and she threw us both out having gotten involved with a member of the upper crust. We weren't good enough for her any more so my father and I headed to America where he started a...