C5 Lowell

While I was waiting for the escort to arrive, I paced around the house. 
Just when I was absolutely sure my day couldn’t get any worse, my mother called from the latest stop on her spiritual junket—somewhere deep in Japan.
“I’m in Kobe, Lowell. I told you I was coming here!” she said, her voice crackling through my cell phone. “It’s the Paris of Japan—very fashionable! It’s exotic, darling