Snippet Sunday May 24, 2015
“Everett, the shower is all yours—oh! Sorry,” Corrine stopped short when she noticed him on the phone.
But not before his mother heard her voice, “Oh honey, was that a woman I heard in the background?”
“Who is she? Are you dating? Do you have a girlfriend I don’t know about?”
“She’s a—” he looked up to her. She mouthed an apology as she rubbed her hair with a towel. Yoga shorts showcased her trim legs. Through her thin tank top, he saw she wore no bra. He cleared his throat “Friend.” He winked at her. She brought him a refill on his wine and a glass of her own.
“What friend honey? You didn’t tell me about bringing a friend on your trip.”
“I wasn’t aware at thirty-three I still had to clear my friends with you,” he said before he could consider how his words sounded.
Now curled up on the loveseat, Corrine choked on her sip of wine.
“Don’t take that tone with me young man.”
“Mom, I didn’t mean—”
“You’ve always been a good boy.”
“Well, other than that time you ordered three hundred dollars worth of porn on pay per view.”
He winced. Now he and Corrine were even with the embarrassing stories. He looked up to see her with her mouth hanging open, eyes wide. Could a hole just open up and swallow him now. “Mom! Listen!”
“You’re on speaker phone. Say hello to Corrine Anderson. Corrine, meet my mother, Barbara Harden.”
“Oh, hello sweetheart! I’m Everett’s proud mama.”
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Harden.”
“None of that Mrs. Harden business. Call me Barbara. Please. And I apologize for that porn talk earlier. I hope you won’t think any less of my son. He was fourteen after all and fourteen-year-old boys have one hand in the fridge and the other in their underwear. My son was no diff—”
For the first time in his life, Everett hung up on his mother. He braced his elbows on his knees with his head in his hands when he heard Corrine’s muffled laughter.
“It wasn’t that bad Everett.”
“Nice of you to say that, but yeah, it was. That was the equivalent of having my breasts out at the water park.”