To my best friend Tom
Chapter One Over giving your hospitality Fucking my best friend’s mom was the very last thing I could think of when I went to his home. I rang the doorbell and she answered the door. I asked her if her son, Tom, was home. She said I had just missed him, as he had left with some girl and they were going to hit the shopping mall. She said I didn’t need to leave, as she had just made a pot of coffee and invited me to a cup. She worked at one of the city’s hospitals and was still in uniform. I asked her if she had worked another double shift. She smiled and said without a second paycheck to help pay the bills, she needed to work all the hours offered to her. …