Before Fuzz can sweep me off my feet and right to the marriage aisle, he insisted I go with him down south to visit his mother.
I'm not one for getting "permission" for anything, much less a wedding, but since it seemed to make Fuzzy happy, I obliged - and boy, should I have said "no"....
His mama is as mean an old bat as those southern "belles" go, and doesn't take kindly to non-church-going northern chicks with a foul mouth and colored hair.

Her name is Thelma, a poor old widow woman who lives in Raytown. She lives mostly off of Social Security since the few jobs she's
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