Shirley Thorne had a simple rule: if anyone tried to lord their seniority over her, she'd call them Mom right then and there.
Hadn't Yvette Grant just been "pitying" her for having a Vampire of a mother like Mrs. Thorne?
Then she could step up and be a mother herself!
Who better for the job?
Her face blossomed into a radiant smile. She gazed at Yvette Grant with childlike adoration, her eyes brimming with expectation.
As for the person being stared at, she was so shocked by this sudden move to adopt a mother that she couldn't get a word out.
'Is Shirley Thorne out of her mind?'
'Is she addicted to finding new mothers?'
'Asking someone close to her own age to be her mom, doesn't she find it embarra—'
'FUCK&%￥#@'
'No, given how thick-skinned Shirley Thorne was, she really wouldn't be embarrassed!'
