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“Because I didn’t want you to know she nearly bulldozed Iskandar to get into my study, and once she was in, she called me Mr. Hot Tub in front of everyone.”
Mom!
I gasped, pulling the covers over my head. “Please tell me you are joking.”
“No, and then she proceeded to tell me to get my, and I quote, ‘past hoes’ in order.”
Oh, dear God. Mommy, why?
“You are lying.” I prayed, knowing it was true.
“All truth.” He laughed. “I was dumbstruck by that and her coat.”
“The chinchilla? She wore it to see you?”
“Even had on a matching hat.” He laughed harder.
“Oh, my God. I swear her and those damn coats.”
“She has more of them?”
“One in every color.” I laughed, rolling onto my back and shaking my head.
“What?”
“She always breaks them out when she wants to prove something or show how…I don’t know…how great she is.”
“How does a coat prove that?”
I sighed. “Apparently, when she was a kid, her mother took her shopping at the mall. But they were very poor, so it was just window shopping. They would make up stories about what kind of person would be in what type of outfit. One day they were standing outside of this luxury fur coat store, watching these rich women try them on. And the store called the police on them.”
“What. Why?”
My shoulders relaxed, and I stared up at the ceiling. “The store owner thought they were beggars and was worried they would jump his guests when they left the store. The police cited my grandmother for trespassing.”
“They were at a mall. How could they be trespassing?”
“They weren’t. And if they sued, they would have won. But my grandmother didn’t know better. And they couldn’t afford the ticket, let alone a lawyer. That was the end of their shopping trips. My mom told me she made a promise to herself that one day she would wear the finest, most expensive fur coat and walk into that shop.”
“Did she?”
“Have you met my mother? Of course, she did. She stepped in and saw the store owner, who was now this old, small woman, looked around and said everything was cheap and not worth her money. But she said she would stop by the shop just so she could tear it down. And she did.” Again, I shook my head.
“I am not sure if I should be scared or impressed.”
“Both.” I chuckled, nodding. “With my mom, it’s always both. But yeah, that’s the story of her fur coats. Even when the end-fur movement began, she refused to let anyone tell her not to wear it. The white one is her favorite.”
“Because it’s the most expensive to keep clean?”
“Exactly.”
We both laughed.
“In her defense,” he said, “she does know how to wear it very well.”
“It’s her confidence.”
“I thought it was her ability not to sweat.”
