Valerie Hobbs

“Tom..." my mother would say, shaking her head. My father loved a story, but they were never necessarily true.               "And what could I do?  Who knows when the next size 10 fella would come along and love your mother the way I do?"               "And then I got born, right?"               "And then you got born," my father would say.               "And then what?"               "Well, what do you think?" He'd make his bushy eyebrows wriggle like Groucho Marx.               "We all lived happily ever after!"               "That's right," my father would say, patting my mother's fanny as she passed. "That's exactly right."                                ”
― Valerie Hobbs, How Far Would You Have Gotten If I Hadn't Called You Back?