We got on the bus; Connor's house was somewhere in the woods, and it would take a while to get there. For some reason, the idea of being in a cabin in the woods with Ms. Yellow was exciting, so the trip seemed less boring. I was okay with that.
My mom sat next to me, wearing a beautiful, loose, light floral dress. With confidence and poise, she periodically admired herself, ensuring that she looked impeccable from every angle with her red nails and lips.
"Don't say that," she sighed tensely, as if something was bothering her a lot.
"Is there something wrong? You know you can tell me."
"I'm just... You're an adult, Mark. I can tell you that I haven't been with anyone in a long time."
"I don't think it's a problem, Mom. Just try not to dwell on it. I don't want to talk about it in detai
