Her mom

“Hey Susan. May I come in?" I ask politely.

"Why of course, sweetie! Make yourself right at home" Susan replies.

I always loved seeing Susan. Her bright smile and wide...bosom always made my day. Today, she was wearing a modest outfit, but even still her cleavage wouldn't be contained. I couldn't help but notice it as I entered her home. I walked through the entryway through the kitchen, then up the stairs to my best friend's room door. Odd? She knew I was coming. Shouldn't she have greeted me at the door?