DraftedChapter 2
I was in Mom’s room using her sewing machine when she came in and asked me what I was doing. “I’m just altering a t-shirt. I’m almost finished.” “Do I want to see it?” I giggled, “Probably not.” “Oh well shit! Now you have to show me.” When I finished the last two inches of hem, I stood up, doffed the t-shirt I was wearing and put on the one I’d just altered. I’d shortened it in the same fashion I’d done with the tank top the day before. “Oh my!” Mom said when she saw it on me. “I hope...