Tom always loved and respected his mother, always had high regards for her and always thought she was perfect. In a way she was, she helped a lot a the old folks home, taking care of them, also helped out at the library and church. She had everyones respect and love.
She loved to help out in the community and loved doing things for her son. But somewhere along the line she started an unusual habit. She always used to get home around 4 or 5 in the evening lately. She was coming home around 9 or 10 and coming home smelling like beer and cigarette smoke. Which Tom felt was uncommon but di...
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