“You have Snapchat too?” I nearly fell to the ground in shock.
“Of course. Who doesn’t?”
“I’ll tell you who doesn’t –you!The woman who refused to own a microwave because you thought it would damage our DNA and cause genetic mutations?”
Mom cringed.
“No?” I gasped. “There’d better not be a microwave in that newly remodeled kitchen of yours.”
Although she tried to block me, I slipped past her and into the kitchen. And there, sitting amongst the updated stainless steel appliances, was my mother’s lifelong nemesis— a microwave.
My mind was officially blown.
* * *
“Okay, so, here are the towels,” Mom said, handing me a stack. “I added some extra sheets just in case, you know…” Her eyes twinkled as she sent off the most awkward nod in Bodhi’s direction.
“Oh no,” he stumbled over his words. “That’s not… um…”
She patted his shoulder. “Right. Right.”
“No, really…”
But mom was out the door before he could reassure her that he had zero plans of banging her daughter in her childhood bed.
He sank down on the mattress. “Wow, your parents are…”
“Oh, trust me, I know.”
“It’s just, is it weird that I feel like I’m letting Betsy and Terrance down by not having sex with you tonight?”
I laughed, wedging between his knees so I could get close enough to steal a kiss. “If I had a nickel for how many times I’ve heard that in my life…”
He wrapped his arms around my waist, playfully asking, “Oh yeah? How much money would you have?”
My shoulders slumped. I had nothing to show for my bravado. “Honestly? I’d be a very poor woman.”
“Really? Like how poor?”
“Let’s just say a quarter would be too rich for my blood.”
“Huh? How many guys have you been with?”
“I started dating my ex back in high school. We were together for six years. After the split, I dated a few guys.”
“How many is a few?”
“Two.”
“So, based on the number of guys you’ve slept with you’d have fifteen cents?”
“A dime, actually.”
“A dime?” He laughed. “Wow, Breeze, you can’t even buy a gumball with that.”
I giggled, smacking his chest. “And how much would you have, Popstar? A hundred dollar bill?”
“Please. Do you have any idea how many nickels it would take to earn me a hundred smackers? I’d be physically exhausted.”
