Well, That Backfired 3
Part One: Be Nice to Your Step Mom TOM “Is that the house?” I ask Mom as I pull along the curb of the quiet Des Moines cul-de-sac. Mom looks out of the passenger window and nods. “He still has the black Explorer,” Mom says, gesturing to the truck in the driveway, “you were conceived in the back seat, Tom.” “That’s more information than I needed.” I reply. Mom gives me an exaggerated look of shock, and I smile. “What about me?” Laurie perks up from the back seat. “You were made behind the dumpster of a Hardee’s Jr, Sweetie,” Mom smirks back at her daughter, “and the best versions of you ended up on my back.” “You don’t want the best versions of me,” Laurie sniggers as she runs her hands through the coils …