Neighborhood Mom
Barbara looked out the kitchen window and smiled. Bradley Junior and his best friend Joey took turns jumping their skateboards over a plastic milk case. Both eleven year olds had the bruises and bumps of dedicated skateboarders. She smiled and looked up at the clock over the window. The minute hand touched the four on the clock face and the phone rang. “Hello?” “Barbara, this is Linda.” “Yes I know.” “What? How could you know? Are you psychic?” “No, not quite. However it is...