Kerri’s friend Linda said that evening after the dinner dishes were done and Kerri had tucked Cody into bed. “Half the town thinks you’re a saint and the other half thinks you should be institutionalized.” “I’m not a saint,” Kerri said as she leaned back against the sofa. “I’m just trying to do the best I can.” She’d already told Linda about her disastrous meeting with Nathan King. “I don’t know what else to do,” Kerri admitted, which wasn’t her style. She never allowed herself to even think about failing. After all, she was Wonder Mom. The idea for the crazy name and costume had popped into her brain four years ago, shortly after Cody had been diagnosed with Gilliar’s Disease. He’d been five and in a lot of pain. He’d gotten so down, he refused to go to school or hang out with his friends. In a move that many would consider too bizarre for words, Kerri had come up with the idea of being Wonder Mom. If she had secret powers, they would also be passed on to her son.
