Gag!
“Mom!” I whined.
“It’s not like I pretend to myself you’re a virgin. We’re both adults. Get used to it.”
“Still,” I complained.
“Whatever. I’m happy for you. Delighted. Gabe seemed solid. Like all those guys. Robbie and I have even talked about it, that we’d like you to hook up with one of them like Raye, Jessie and Harlow have. And look at you! You did! Perfect!”
She was right.
Perfect.
Mom kept jabbering (guess it ran in the family).
“Now, talk to him and check your schedule and shoot me a text when you can come up,” she went on. “You can sleep together in your room, but no sex. If Robbie and I can refrain, or be real quiet when you’re up here, you can return the favor.”
Oh my God!
“Mother!” I shouted.
She ignored my shout.
“Love you. So happy for you. Not surprised. Knew you’d bounce back. You always do. That’s my girl. But glad it’s happened. And see you soon! Love you and bye, doll.”
“Love you too, and bye, Mom.”
She disconnected.
I called Gabe.
“All good?” he answered (yes, on the second ring).
“We’re invited up to Mom and Robbie’s almost-but-not-quite Ted Kaczynski cabin in Prescott as soon as we have a free weekend.”
“Great. We’ll look and see when we can go.”
That was easy.
Scary easy with a meet-the-parents weekend.
“They have electricity and running water,” I shared. “And Robbie is okay at a push to turn on the furnace if the cabin gets below sixty-five degrees. And there is no bomb-making paraphernalia,” I paused and finished, “that I know of.”
I enjoyed listening to him chuckle.
Then, like mother like daughter, I continued to jabber.
“They like we hooked up, but warning, Robbie is still going to threaten you. That said, Mom has hidden his bullets because he’s not over Kevin being a dick.”
“Think I can manage to put his mind at ease.”
Yeah, by being at my side and breathing.
“He might challenge you to twist a band of rebar into a Celtic knot,” I forewarned. “You don’t have to do it though.”
Another chuckle.
Man, I loved that sound.
