Bumpy Roads..Con’t
I froze in my tracks as my sister’s face burned red, mortified to learn our mother had caught us having sex. Mom looked up at me with a look that was beyond comprehension: not angry, not happy… amused perhaps. She walked away from Kristen and said, as she passed by me, her tone suddenly stern, “Matt, we will talk about this later.” I sheepishly walked to the car, completely anxiety-ridden that she may tell Dad. What would Dad say? What would he do? Mom could have been a champion poker player, her face was giving so little away. What was Mom thinking? What were her plans? Kristen was still standing shell shocked with the revelation that Mom had seen us, when I reached her. I asked, curious and nervous, “What did Mom say?” “Did you …