"Shit," Craig muttered when he saw his mother's car in the driveway. What the hell was she doing home? Mom never left work early.
He parked alongside her car and grabbing his camera bag took a moment to gather his resolve. Looking into the rearview mirror, he recited the words he'd spent the last two days telling himself he would say.
"No, mom, I'm not going to take any more pictures of you." He stared into his deep blue eyes, pretending he was meeting his mother's gaze. "It's not proper."
"Proper?" he repeated, rolling his eyes. He sounded like grandma, but it was the right word. He shook his head. He could come up with better.
"Inappropriate!" Craig nodded in satisfaction. That sounded better. Now if he could just stick to his guns, he might be able to get his shit together and stop looking at his mother like she seemed to want him to.
It sounded crazy, but each time his mother had asked him to 'practice' by taking pictures of her, Craig swore she was getting more improper. More tha
