“I lay in bed for nearly five minutes trying to unglue my eyelids before I was able to reach across to the nightstand and smash the off button. I had to think to remember where I was. When I did remember, thoughts flooded into my mind and heat flooded my face. Had I really drunk too much wine last night? Had I really transformed myself from my own version of a southern lady--a person who’d often been described by friends and family as sweet and caring--into a mouthy braggart? Had I, the responsi...ble one, managed to win a know-it-all competition with a man I’d never see again? Me, the mother of a college aged son, though everyone told me I looked much too young to have an eighteen-year-old son. Apparently, I acted it, too. What had I been thinking? At least, I told myself as I scooted to the edge of the bed, I hadn't turned myself into a southern slut--the worst type of woman according to Mama. My head pounded and my mouth felt like someone had stuffed it full of dirty cotton. I took two aspirin and headed for the shower where I stood under the steaming water for a good twenty minutes until my head started to clear.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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