Tom's Mother

"Shut up!" she said, before Tom had a chance to open his mouth. The toe of the shiny silver shoe on her right foot was tapping impatiently. "I don't want to hear any explanations out of you. Linda called me." Tom's heart sank to his toes. There would be no salvaging the situation after that. "I don't know what made you think I would come to your rescue after you've been arrested for peeping in my best friend's window!" 

Annabelle kept screeching at the top of her lungs until the deputy, who was getting a splitting headache from the high pitch of her voice, asked her to either pay or leave. She had no intention of helping Tom in any way after the way he had disgraced her, so after she had finished throwing several small hard objects - including nail clippers and a compact mirror - through the bars at Tom, she turned on her glittering heel and stomped out to get back to whatever club she had been singing at that night.

There was only one thing left for Tom to do, and he wasn't looking forward to it...

The End

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