“I’m your mother,” the fat lady said.
“Yo-You’re my mom?” Martin questioned.
The fat lady nodded and answered, “Sadly, yes.”
Martin’s eyes widen to the size of ping-pong balls. Slowly, the fat lady backed Martin up into the gum-filled corner of that rusty little box. She pushed the crutches out from under Martin’s arms. They fell. Due to having only one supporting leg, Martin lost his balance and collapsed on the filthy elevator floor, along with his crutches.
The fat lady sluggishly turned around. The elevator shook every time she took a step.
“You know, my legs are getting pretty tired from standing around in this elevator