Sit here" She gestured to a seatin front of a vanity. "Let me play, okay?" she asked.My heart was pounding. I could feel my pulse into my fingertips. ... knew Ishould run home, but I also knew I wasn't going to.I nodded yes.We entered the bedroom. It was dark with the drapes closed. There was avanity that looked like it was from the 20's with a large circularmirror in the middle. It was messily covered with all sorts and colors ofmakeup, powers, and liquids."Sit here!" she demanded, and I sat. Holding his hands together and bowing his head, he said, “Let us pray.”Leroy and Linda immediately bowed their heads as Kelly slipped out of the room. Reverend Jones said, “Lord, help us through these difficult times. I know the Bible tells us of the sacrifice of your son, Jesus, on the cross. There is little said in the good book about the family and friends left behind. We know that they must have felt grief at the loss of such a powerful and loving man.”After a slight pause, the Reverend. She wasn’t a thinker. The chin tap thing was a feint, a thing she picked up when she knew he wanted her to think about something, demanded it, and she tapped her chin to appease him. What a sneaky woman.“Let’s go check your room. Maybe there’s something you want to bring, too?”“Y-Yeah, maybe.” This was not going to be fun. He took yet another deep, useless breath, and followed his mom into his room. When he had moved out and started his own life, she hadn’t touched it. He wished she had. It’d. "No. I don't want to give you a kiss. Your mean," I pouted. I didn't mind the idea of giving him a kiss, but already I was learning to play the game."Awe, I'm sorry. I'll behave myself. Just one little kiss, please?" he begged teasingly."Then will you let go of me?" I asked, stringing him on just a little."I promise. One little kiss, and your name, and I'll let you go," he swore with his hand in the air like a Cub Scout. What could I do? I kissed him. I tried to kiss his cheek but he was too.