Or as I like to think of it, that good friend that doesn’t mind accompanying you to the state penitentiary. I have one of these. We’ll call her “Mo.” (Mainly because that’s her name.) Mo and I have this deal worked out. You see, we both have teenage sons, and we’re both overprotective mothers. Eventually these sons, or more accurately the uncouth little skeezers who keep calling and texting them, may drive us to commit unspeakable crimes. Mo is my alibi, and I hers… and should that not work out for us, Mo is my fake prison girlfriend. She’s tougher than I am.
T. MICHELLE NELSON