A Son s First LoveChapter 9
It was a tough week for me. My concentration was sort of missing. I couldn't seem to get interested in things my friends were interested in and every time I looked at Mom I kept getting the same thought, Mom? Really? Our sleeping arrangements were also weird. I didn't get to sleep in her bed at all, even that Sunday night. When I asked her about it, she simply said, "too much of a good thing, David." It took me a while to figure out she wanted to sustain some of the newness or freshness...