Ms. Mages beat up old Ford escort pulled up to the curb. I watched as my mother came out with a worried expression on her face when she saw Brooke. My mom was a small woman; about 5'4; with Light brown hair and the same blue eyes as me. She went right up to Brooke and did what she did best; fuss, "How are you dear you looked so pale when I came home I was so worried that you were. Oh, never mind that. Have you eaten. You look so thin!" She hugged Brooke as gently as possible, "I'm so sorry wehave not properly met yet! I'm Eric's mom, Judith but you can call me Judy."<br/><br/>I smiled apologentically to Brooke since my mother was like a small tornado of energy, "Mom, I think Brooke would just like to go home and yes we ate." She frowned at my and swatted my hand away which made me sigh, "What is your favorite thing to eat dear? I'll make it for dinner. It does not matter what it is."