The inside of the Audi was toasty warm. Pity my soul was such an ice chard.
“It’s just an expression, honey. A buttercup is a flower, a pretty little flower.”
“Mother!” he called out to her as she left the house. “Hurry! It’s almost sundown.”
Then why is he with her and not me?
I laughed. “If that’s your best pickup line, it needs work.”