My Son Brought a 45-Year-Old Woman to Prom—Then She Looked at Me and Said, “You Have Five Minutes to Tell Him the Truth”

shoulder.

“She’s meeting me here.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Meeting you. Here. That’s bold of her.”

“Mom.”

“What? I promise to be normal. Mostly normal. I have a camera and a will to use it.”

Austin shook his head, smiling down at the floor.

“Just don’t ask a thousand questions, okay?”

“No promises.”

“Mom. Please.”

“Go wait on the porch. I’ll grab the camera.”

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