“Ma’am.”
He called her Ma’am again. She must look as old as she felt. Crap.
“Ma’am!” The volume of his voice had not changed but that one word sounded like a shout to her.
“Stop calling me Ma’am.” She did shout. She also hopped off of the porch railing and moved to the top of the steps, hands on hips, breathing heavily.
“If I knew your name, I could call you by that.”
“Stop acting so calm.” She shouted again.
“Your name.”
She took a deep breath, exhaled to the count of five, lowered her hands and walked down to stand in front of him. He never moved.
“Sandra Dee O’Connor.” She thought she saw one corner of his mouth lift up.
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