Mom was all bubbling enthusiasm as she planned her move. We went to a furniture store near the apartment complex, and she embarrassed me by having me help pick out her new bed. The way the salesman looked at me and raised an eyebrow made me blush.
"Mom, it's your bed," I groused. "This guy is going to think you're my 'sugar-momma' the way you're carrying on."
The guy barked out a laugh at that, and Mom looked at me with a twinkle in her eye. She picked a bed she liked, but looked at me until I nodded in approval before turning back to the sales guy. "I'll take this one."
Since it was early on a Tuesday, they drove the bed right over and set it up for her. They also delivered her new loveseat, three bar stools, and dressers and chests-of-drawers for both bedrooms. She had insisted on tho
