CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I opened the door, removing my coat and was met by the surprise of my life.

“Is this the time you get back home as a wife? What has my son got himself into?” An older woman who was looking at me with a judgy look questioned.

“Darling, let it go.” The man seated on the sofa said.

“No I can’t, I mean look at her dress, all thighs out as a married woman. This is ridiculous.”

“I am sorry, who are you guys?”

“Of course you are, I am Mrs Smith Clinton’s mother, and that’s my husband Mr Smith.” She introduced but not in a polite tone.

“I am sorry for coming late, my friend had a breakdown.” I apologized.

“Of course she did, well my son doesn’t know but we came to see you. Now I see why my son had been hiding you from us.” She commented, still scanning me with a judgy look.

“I hope you guys settled in, I’ll be in the bedroom if you need anything.” I tried to excuse myself.

“We haven’t had dinner, we were waiting for you to come make dinner.” She said as if daring me.

“Unless you can’t cook,