bonus. Was there a such thing as werecoyotes?
So, the boys were werewolves and after she woke up, the monster movie footage had gone straight to comic relief. Boys fight. That was a fact of life. No biggie if one of them had been a wolf at the time? Well a decent sized biggie since there was more room for bloodshed.
Diana covered her face with her hands and sank lower into the water. Adam Weis.
Oh, God. Had she actually kneed him in the … nuts ? Water covered her head but she drowned in humiliation.
Dumb, dumb, dumb.
———
Monday night Diana checked her watch and pulled into the Kal-Mart Supercenter parking lot for a quick round of after work Dash-Through-the-Store.
She would have had more time if the darned computers at the insurance office hadn’t locked up. Diana didn’t know a server from a modem, but if that thing didn’t start working right, she was going to kick it right in its hard drive!
At least she didn’t hate her job. When she was young, Diana had wanted to go into business for herself, doing something fabulous like opening a small, romantic restaurant. She’d taken a few cooking classes and fancied herself an up-and-coming chef.
But then she’d met and married Richard and her plans took a backseat while he climbed the grocery store company ladder. He was a regional manager now and enjoyed the fruits of his labor.
For Diana, insurance wasn’t a bad way to earn a paycheck. It was an interesting business. She met all kinds of interesting people. It certainly beat the heck out of bagging groceries and flipping hamburgers.
She didn’t rely on anyone, especially her ex, The Dick, for help. He paid his dues for their two children. But sometimes Diana felt like she suffered for every dime he forked over, Karen and Matthew being the only worthwhile things from that union.
Diana wheeled the basket past the snack food aisle. Hers was a healthy household.
Despite her love of old fashioned comfort food, pre-packaged junk foods were on the forbidden list. They were full of preservatives and additives.
She bought exercise equipment periodically with every intention of working out.
After a few weeks, some family crisis blew away all of her plans. After that, she could never muster up the same enthusiasm for exercise. Said equipment slowly got carried out to the garage.
Yet another destructive pattern in her life. At least Richard the Dick was no longer around to heckle her about her lack of will power.
She sighed and tried to push away thoughts of her telephone confrontation with her son. He’d left her to the wolves, literally , in the park then run off to his dad’s without notice. Yes, he’d come home after she called. The apology for his lack of responsibility had been begrudging.
Too often of late, Richard’s expressions flowed from her son. He was eighteen years old. Did she really have to know where he was every second of the day? He was legally a man. And he’d be gone to college soon. Geesh Mom. Get a life.
Diana had exploded and Matthew had driven off in an angry huff back to his dad’s. Later Richard had called with his usual accusations and insults.
Was she too controlling?
Diana didn’t know. In her house, she believed that her rules should be respected.
What was overbearing about that?
Should she ignore Matthew’s actions? Write them off as a phase? Let him sow his wild oats?
Matthew should have called back and told her that he’d gotten his car to start the other night. He should have come home at the appointed time instead of staying out.
She didn’t give a flying fig for his wild oats. If he wanted to stay at his dad’s, then fine. She would stay firm even if she felt like Matthew had defected to the enemy and ripped her guts apart. Diana wanted her son back home, but not at the expense of her pride. Richard had taken that away from her once before. She wouldn’t let him use her son to do it again.
———
Adam tossed a box of sugared rice puff cereal in the
So, the boys were werewolves and after she woke up, the monster movie footage had gone straight to comic relief. Boys fight. That was a fact of life. No biggie if one of them had been a wolf at the time? Well a decent sized biggie since there was more room for bloodshed.
Diana covered her face with her hands and sank lower into the water. Adam Weis.
Oh, God. Had she actually kneed him in the … nuts ? Water covered her head but she drowned in humiliation.
Dumb, dumb, dumb.
———
Monday night Diana checked her watch and pulled into the Kal-Mart Supercenter parking lot for a quick round of after work Dash-Through-the-Store.
She would have had more time if the darned computers at the insurance office hadn’t locked up. Diana didn’t know a server from a modem, but if that thing didn’t start working right, she was going to kick it right in its hard drive!
At least she didn’t hate her job. When she was young, Diana had wanted to go into business for herself, doing something fabulous like opening a small, romantic restaurant. She’d taken a few cooking classes and fancied herself an up-and-coming chef.
But then she’d met and married Richard and her plans took a backseat while he climbed the grocery store company ladder. He was a regional manager now and enjoyed the fruits of his labor.
For Diana, insurance wasn’t a bad way to earn a paycheck. It was an interesting business. She met all kinds of interesting people. It certainly beat the heck out of bagging groceries and flipping hamburgers.
She didn’t rely on anyone, especially her ex, The Dick, for help. He paid his dues for their two children. But sometimes Diana felt like she suffered for every dime he forked over, Karen and Matthew being the only worthwhile things from that union.
Diana wheeled the basket past the snack food aisle. Hers was a healthy household.
Despite her love of old fashioned comfort food, pre-packaged junk foods were on the forbidden list. They were full of preservatives and additives.
She bought exercise equipment periodically with every intention of working out.
After a few weeks, some family crisis blew away all of her plans. After that, she could never muster up the same enthusiasm for exercise. Said equipment slowly got carried out to the garage.
Yet another destructive pattern in her life. At least Richard the Dick was no longer around to heckle her about her lack of will power.
She sighed and tried to push away thoughts of her telephone confrontation with her son. He’d left her to the wolves, literally , in the park then run off to his dad’s without notice. Yes, he’d come home after she called. The apology for his lack of responsibility had been begrudging.
Too often of late, Richard’s expressions flowed from her son. He was eighteen years old. Did she really have to know where he was every second of the day? He was legally a man. And he’d be gone to college soon. Geesh Mom. Get a life.
Diana had exploded and Matthew had driven off in an angry huff back to his dad’s. Later Richard had called with his usual accusations and insults.
Was she too controlling?
Diana didn’t know. In her house, she believed that her rules should be respected.
What was overbearing about that?
Should she ignore Matthew’s actions? Write them off as a phase? Let him sow his wild oats?
Matthew should have called back and told her that he’d gotten his car to start the other night. He should have come home at the appointed time instead of staying out.
She didn’t give a flying fig for his wild oats. If he wanted to stay at his dad’s, then fine. She would stay firm even if she felt like Matthew had defected to the enemy and ripped her guts apart. Diana wanted her son back home, but not at the expense of her pride. Richard had taken that away from her once before. She wouldn’t let him use her son to do it again.
———
Adam tossed a box of sugared rice puff cereal in the
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