Jerome, she rejoiced inwardly, he called me Mom!
And maybe they wouldn't be, not like before.
The ceiling sloped with the roof, making her want to duck, though she had two feet between her head and the ceiling.
"We've been trying to get it fixed, but this home's old wiring-" He shrugged, "It's stumped every electrician we've hired so far."
Maggie pursed her lips. "Don't worry son, I'll make do."
"Well then," Jerome coughed, unsure of himself. Now that the resentment felt hollow. What were they now?
"Well then," He repeated, "Goodnight. Im downstairs if you need anything."