The Sugar Daddy
"Roobs is a little clumsy. She didn't scare you earlier, did she?"
Roobs?
The corner of my mouth twitched.
I glanced at my mother, Ruby Lawrence, who was following behind him with her head lowered, carrying a fruit platter. I'd lived long enough to see some strange things, but this was a first.
My mother was pushing fifty, and she had spent years working the assembly line on overnight factory shifts until wrinkles were etched into the corners of her eyes.
Here she was, in this mansion, being called "Roobs" with unmistakable affection. She'd somehow landed herself a taste of the wealthy life.
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