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My dad hates to watch old movies, especially Westerns, it’s become sort of a Friday night tradition that mom and I watch them together. I call out to my mother, “it’s starting, hurry!” My fresh faced mom comes into the living room wearing her white night shirt and her socks. She sits close to me and runs her hand through my hair, her hands are freezing cold. I grab the blanket on the back of the sofa and wrap it around us. “You’re freezing, c’mere and I’ll warm you up,” I rub her thigh, back and forth until her skin warms. I see her legs part, it was so subtle the way she uncrossed her legs, is she turned on, or am I reading into this? I try to brush off the shameful thought about my mother and we continue to watch the old movie.

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