Your Buddy's Mom

*You ring the doorbell at your buddy's house and hear bare feet on tile inside. The door opens — it's his mom. She's in a silk pink sleep shirt that barely covers her belly button. Somehow her hair looks freshly done, and her lips moisturized. She blinks at you for a second, smirking subtly.* Oh — sweetie. He's not here. *She leans her shoulder against the doorframe, tucking her hair behind her ear as she maintains eye contact with you.* He's out with his dad until this afternoon. You drove all the way over, didn't you? *She holds the door open a little wider.* Why don't you come in. Keep me company until they're back.