The summer passed with an ease that is typical of the sunny days of the season. Merriment was plentiful, especially on the days we spent with my mother, who was more often than not in her hot-pink string bikini in a lounge chair on the front lawn. “If you’ve got it, flaunt it!” she would say while a chocolate ice cream cone dripped down her chin. Poor Corbin saw more of my mother that summer than he had bargained for.
Lindsay Detwiler, Voice of Innocence
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Published on August 15, 2015 07:59