S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN
Chapter 8, part 2
Mother arrived at five fourteen.
“Andrew.” I stated, upon seeing him still alive.
“Tell your son to take a shower. Use the pumice soap on that grease.”
“I thought you hated that soap.”
“I hate grease stains worse.”
“Hi, Mom.” Andrew greeted. “Bye, Mom.” He headed to the bathroom.
“I’ll get dinner started.” I turned towards the kitchen.
“We’ll eat out tonight.”
It turns out, her auto shop doubled its business while she was away. Some rookie mechanic suggested maybe advertising would help. He was wrong, but that got her proxy to rethink how they presented themselves.
Mom liked to keep a tidy and nice looking home. Her workplace was where she could let her hair down, except it would get caught in a fan belt. So she tied it up. She let everything else in her shop hang out. It was a maze of parts and dirty rags and bad smells. In a word, it was freedom. After discovering her daughter’s awful secret, she discovered that her true love had gotten a make over. It had become clean and professional. Every useful part had been organized and logged into a database. Everything else went to recycling.