"Are you going to help your momma or just sit there?"
I smiled and pondered the question. "Fine I'll help." I stood up and took one of the bags she was carrying. "Did you clean out the market?"
"Only the junk food sections. Why are you out here, don't tell me I missed the hotty?"
"No, he feel asleep while I was talking to you. I didn't want you to come into the house and start screaming or anything and wake him up."
"So he is a hotty." We brought the bags into the kitchen, but I dragged my mom back outside before she could peer into the living room. "I'll I wanted was a peek."
"You would have been hovering over him drooling. I save him from Ms. Patty just to be drooled on by my mother, I don't think so."
"So he met Ms. Patty already? Who is he?"
"Remember Tristan?"
"Bible-Boy?"
"Yeah that's him. He was sent to military school last year, but when I came home today he was sitting on our front steps." I didn't know how much my mom would want to know, or how much I was willing to tell her.
"So did you find out why he came for a visit?" My mom was calm, way calmer than I expect, but then again she could probably tell that I was very confused and doubtful of the whole situation.
"Sort of. It's complicated."
"Ok, do I have to be worried about anything. Like crazy parents, or finding you two making out on couch." That's my mom always trying to light things up.
"I'm not sure about the crazy parents it's a possibility. And the making out part well we will just have to wait and see." I said with a wink.
"Can I go see him now?"
"Quietly while you have a cup of coffee. Hopefully that will keep you from drooling." As we walked into the house again I took a deep breath. If my mom didn't like Tristan then well it was going to be along night, and if she liked him well then it was going to be an eventful night.