My Son
It was Friday morning. My husband Harry and our 15 year-old teenage daughter Helen had just left to spend the weekend at my husband's parents' place. My teenage son Dick had gone out to spend the day with his friends and would be back in the evening, he had said. So, my son and I would be alone together in the house this weekend. I went to tidy-up my son's room and found on his bedside table an 8" by 10" photograph of myself, his mother. The photograph showed off my beauty. The dress I...