A grieving man gets help from his Mom and Mother-in-law

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A grieving man gets help from his Mom and Mother-in-law..  It was two-thirty in the afternoon when John Birch’s bleary eyes watched the brown Cadillac pull into his driveway and park where his wife Kathy use to park her car. Hers was no longer there, nor would it ever be again. What was left of it was sitting in old man Sprietzer’s wrecking yard where it had been for the last seven and a half months. Kathy had been broadsided by a semi on her way home from work one evening killing her instantly. Her parents had flown in from upper Manhattan for the closed casket funeral but his own mother wasn’t able to make it due to a bad case of the flu. She did tell him she’d try and make it out soon but he told her not to worry about it. Even though she couldn’t come out they did talk on the phone for hours at a time over the next few months. Donald Cutter, Kathy’s dad, had business overseas that required his presence so they hadn’t stayed long. Helen Cutter had told him that she’d try and come spend a few days with him just to make sure he was okay. Since he hadn’t heard anything from her he’d completely forgotten about what she’d said. But true to her word he watched as she stepped out of the car, stretched and gave the rambling four-bedroom house a measured look. She hadn’t shown up empty-handed either; she’d apparently swung through Illinois and brought his mother Madison, she preferred Madi, with her.

During the eight years he and Kathy had been married Helen and Madison had met on several occasions, usually around the holidays. Although it appeared as if the two women got along well John sensed an uneasy friendship between them from the very beginning. To him it felt more like they were rivals. It was immediate to all that with a small stretch of the imagination the two women could easily pass as sisters. Both women were tall; standing about five-ten, and neither weighed more than one thirty-five or so. They each had baby-blue eyes and shoulder length hair; Madison’s was the same bottle blonde color as Kathy’s while Helen was a brunette. The two women also had fairly large breasts, long toned legs that went on forever and shapely round butts that could make any man’s tongue wag. At fifty-three Madison was a year older than Helen.

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He had met Kathy while in college at Stanford where she was studying political science while he pursued a degree in architectural design. One of the reasons he’d been attracted to her in the first place was because she looked so much like his mom had at that age. Once he got to know her he fell in love and the rest was history. From the first time their families had seen Madison and Kathy together there had been whispered jokes among them how John had subconsciously married his mother. They weren’t funny jokes but they did have a certain ring of truth to them, at least for him they did. John had always been attracted to his mother.

Aside from their physical resemblance however Madison and Helen were total opposites. Where Madison was quiet and introverted, Helen on the other hand was boisterous and flirtatious. She reveled in making people, especially men, uncomfortable around her just to see what kind of reaction she could get. On several occasions she’d plopped herself down on John’s lap in plain view of her husband and asked him if she were too heavy. As soon as his face turned beet-red she’d leap up and laugh. Mr. Cutter seemed to get a kick out of her antics.

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