sorry this one is so short, but bear with me. this is just a transition for me. the next part will be much longer, Greg is going to go work and the who knows what will happen?
Greg groans and rolls over in bed. He looks up at the ceiling of his childhood room and smiles. His mother answered the door and hugged him for more than five minutes before letting him go. She insisted on feeding him because, according to her, he was too skinny. He remembered the conversation they had at the table while she cooked him chicken:
"How was the drive she," she asked, he on the kitchen table an her at the stove.
"Good, little traffic,. Wasn't to hot," he mumbled. "How are you and dad?"
"Were fine, how are you, I am worried about you," she said, "you almost 37 and I haven't seen you with a single girlfriend,"
"I've been busy with work and stuff..." he said, "ill try...now that I have more free time,"
She sighed, "did you read about that CSI in the car accident," he nodded, "Did you know who it was?"
"not personally..."
His mom worried about him. She was worried that he wasn't going to bring her grandchild. It worried him that one day, because he couldn't always make excuses, would have to tell them the truth and that terrified him.
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