Lisa Djahed - Bee Stanis 01- The Foolish Stepmom by Lisa Djahed Read Free Book Online

PTA.” And Pam that night, it was really the first time we had spent time with them as a couple. She was a hoot. Got way up in your personal space, you know those types, that just insist on standing arm to arm, or getting up real close to your face when they talk, it’s like they have some sort of hearing problem but it is kind of flirty and annoying all at once. Pam sang some Joan Jett and the Blackhearts song, what was it, oh yeah, Bad Reputation, perfectly suited her. As I said, she’s a bit older than Drew, or was, maybe about 55 or so, you can see her age on her face, but that’s it, she’s got quite the rack for an older lady, probably falsely falsies, skinny as a rail, bright orange hair, she was wearing a tight red shirt that night and her lipstick was inches thick. She talked almost as much as Drew did. It was funny, seeing Drew, thick glasses, and all, trying to be hip, he was wearing a “cool” shirt and his hair was a little spiked with gel. And then that song. It was funny, it was like his mid-life crises but forced on him.
    I was thinking of this night as we took our seats , in the middle on the left side near the curtains that mysteriously were always closed and went into adjacent rooms. Just then we saw Pam come out of one of the curtains and wave and smile big at us. Like we ran into her at the grocery store or at a bar, not quite the quiet decorum you’d expect at a funeral home.
    “Hey guys , so nice to see you.” “Hey Pam, we’re so sorry.”
    “Oh yeah , sorry. Did you see Drew’s mom, she’s sitting up front with his uncle, and his boys I’m up there too, gotta skedaddle.”
    I leaned over to Ben, “that was weird.” “Right?”
    “Why is she sitting with his family? If anyone should be it should be Bev , I mean, she’s the mother of his children .Is Bev even here?”
    Both Ben and I were doing a 360 with our heads as inconspicuously as we could which was pretty NOT under the radar if you get my gist. But no Bev. Which means she was still missing?
    “She must be still away , or missing, or whatever she is,” added Ben still looking over his program towards the back door as casual as he could.
    But we spoke too soon. Cause right then , Bev, all135 pounds of her buff, revamped self, came through the door. We only knew cause we heard some collective gasps from around the room (was one from Pam?) and a “mom’s here” from one of Drew’s younger sons who was sitting up front.
    I have to admit , she looked striking, her hours with her personal trainer, the tanning salon, the hair salon (was she wearing extensions?), the nail salon, she was clearly keeping multiple salon’s in business, cause she was coifed. Wearing an elegant, perhaps too elegant, black cocktail dress. Not quite funeral wear. She looked like she was about to enter a swanky martini bar, not bury her ex-husband. We watched, our jaws drooping slightly as she hugged, off-handedly, her two sons that were there. And what about the son that wasn’t? I wanted to pipe up, where have you been? Have you seen your son who is in jail? I could feel the flush rise in me, this justifiable anger I wear so well these days. It’s like a generic blanket I pull out for comfort, this resentment I have against mothers who don’t mother. I want to shake them and say, don’t you get it, don’t you see what you have?
    “Check out Pam” Ben said as quietly as he could leaning into me. Pam was clearly flustered and clearly did not plan on having her parade ruined by the appearance of Mrs. Drew Jones—after all they weren’t officially divorced. I realized just then that Bev at least had had the dignity NOT to bring her boy toy, Mr. Hunk-a-doo. it is funny, I don’t think I’ve ever seen them apart except for this week and now twice. But yeah, Pam kept darting around, trying to maintain like she was busy while Bev took her place up front with the family. I saw that none of them were that close, besides the kids, of course, but it