“I love your mom,” Wes said.
Janet didn’t look at him, but she nodded. “We have that in common then.” She shook her head looking at the food, tons of it covering nearly every surface of the kitchen and she sighed. “Enough here to feed the neighborhood. Good thing we got Troy. He’s practically a garbage disposal.”
Wes laughed.
Janet finally looked at him and raised her eyebrows. “Wes, where’s your shirt?” she said.
“Jasmine took it. You look beautiful,” he said.
Janet rolled her eyes. “Just the same dress only in blue. What did she do with it?”
