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However, the longer I stared at my uneven list of queer pros and cons, the more I realized I needed professional advice

It was time to call Mom

Moray Himalayan, Sam, in a fancy oceanfront condo in Santa Monica The beach proximity and the cat were the two reasons I kept eance, and I was a little bit allergic to felines I usually suggestedat her office in Beverly Hills or somewhere in my area, but time was of the essence, and I couldn’t ask Mom to deal with traffic on her day off So I went to her…dressed in obvious “I’ to the beach” khakis and an oxford shirt

I parked oodto her Spanish-style building I punched in the entry code and sent her a quick text to let her knoas at the elevator Don’t worry…I called before I’d left Pasadena too There was nothing worse than unexpected company Of course, my mother wouldn’t say that She was always happy to see me But I’d seen her unhappy in the past, and I never liked to risk being the cause

A fewht When I was certain everything was perfect, I knocked with precisely two taps Nothing obnoxious nor too taht

I held my breath when the lock clicked open My skin itched andthe Queen instead of—

“Asher!”

I was enveloped in a warm e released with a kiss on the cheek I reeled fro the flowers at her with a nervous smile

“For you”

“My favorite Thank you Let’s put these in water and get you a cup of coffee Coh reat room into the kitchen

I perched on the barstool and checked outher parental inquiries about school, work, and friends Mom’s condo was very feminine The walls and furniture hite, but every accent had a vintage floral pattern…pillows, drapery, rugs It was tasteful and pretty…like her

“Where’s Saray fur ball