Morgan 3
by Brooke Erickson
"Mom, I'm home!" Chris shouted as she practically dragged me through the
front door of her house.
"It's a good thing your father gets home late from work or you'd have missed
dinner!" came a reply from another room.
Chris shot back, "It's not late if that's when he's scheduled to get off,
mom." But she was smiling so I guessed this was some sort of family joke or
something.
Her mother walked into the room about then.
"I assume this is Morgan?"
"Yes, ma'am. Morgan Howe."
I hesitated, then continued, "And, I should tell you. I'm a boy."
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