A Handful Of Heaven
"Hey, Mom!" The diner's back door slammed shut with an icy gust of wind. Heavy boots tromped across the clean kitchen floor. "I took the garbage out. The bathrooms are spotless. I even cleaned the milkshake machine."
Paige McKaslin turned from the prep table to take one look at her seventeen-year-old son who was giving her "The Eye," as she called it, the one meant to charm her. He'd been using it effectively since he was fifteen months old. Alex was tall, blond and athletic and rangy. One day he would fill out those wide shoulders of his, but in the meantime he was eating as though he had two hollow legs. "You just had supper. Do you need two chocolate doughnuts?"
"You don't wanna stunt my growth, Ma!" He pretended to be shocked but those baby blues of his were twinkling. "Can I go? The movie starts at eight and Beth doesn't like to miss the previews."
One thing a mother didn't want her teenage boy to have — aside from the keys to her car — was a girlfriend. Especially a girl who did not belong to their church or any church in the county. "You behave, and remember what I told you."
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