“You don’t have to go to any trouble. I just want the company.” “You don’t understand mothers at all,” she said gently. “I guess not. I never had one.” Momma Oaks touched my cheek. “I know, Deuce. Just accept that I do for you because I want to. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t. It’s just that simple.” For some reason, a lump swelled in my throat. “Thank you,” I said thickly.
