“Well, shit, kid. You’re not in the Goldilocks Zone.”
Mama Fiona. Six feet of Irish-Italian fury in stilettos. She didn't cook us casseroles. She rebuilt the deck. She didn't gossip. She read The Economist and could deadlift a Buick. I hated her for about six months. Hated how she looked at me like I was a loose screw she hadn't gotten around to tightening. mama fiona – your stepmom is a size queen
She stood up. Walked to her nightstand. Pulled out a bottle of silicone lube the size of a wine bottle. Dropped it in my lap. “Well, shit, kid
I nearly passed out.