Hot Bed FamilyChapter 4
Helen Palmer drew deeply on her cigarette and squinted at her son across the breakfast table. He wasn't paying attention to his food like he usually did, and she suspected why. It was that damn waitress showing herself off like a common whore. She could see her son squirming in his chair, even reaching under the table to stealthily rearrange himself. Helen Palmer was still very attractive and well preserved, not turned to fat like so many middle-aged women, though a trifle plump. She had...