Having two dogs means buying double food and cleaning up twice the poop. Fun times. I was discarding dog poop when I noticed Dwayne and his mother on the porch. I forgot there would be a welcome wagon. Another guy I didn’t know joined them, so I greeted everyone and invited them in.
“Hello, dear,” Mrs. Pancakes said. “Welcome to Couryard Lane. Though I wish I were welcoming you into the Pancakes family. I thought for sure you’d gone to the jungle to elope.”
I smiled painfully. “No, ma’am. We’re just good friends.”
“Hmph. Do you have other friends like you? I’d sure like to see him under an arch before I go.”
“Ma! Why don’t you come see the house, huh?”
Mrs. Pancakes giggled. “Boys. Always dodging the M word. What about you, Kierra? Are you dating anyone?”
“I’m…”
“MOM! That fruitcake won’t cut itself.”
