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“Give me a minute,” I sat down at my desk and clicked open the appointment schedule. My day was pretty light, “I should be able to make it around one-thirty. Where do you want me to meet you?”
“Excellent!” she yelled into the phone, and I jerked it away from my ear. Obviously, whatever news she had for me wasn’t bad news, at least not this time. She rattled off the name of a Mexican restaurant not too far from my office and said her goodbyes.
“Colt, you’re ten o’clock is here.” Whitney stuck her head into my office. “You alright?”
I set the phone receiver back in its cradle and looked up at her, “My mom just demanded an audience with me. God knows why. I can never understand that woman.”
Whitney chuckled, “Your mom is the coolest woman I have ever met. I want to be like her when I’m her age.”
“No, you don’t. That woman is scary.” I walked around my desk, “Would you believe she had to bring up her sex life with my dad while we were on the phone.”
Whitney laughed harder, “Did she really?”
“Yes, I swear that woman is trying to kill me with embarrassment.”
Whitney followed me out of the office, “You know I don’t understand what the big deal is. We talk about sex all the time. Why is it strange to hear older people talk about having sex?”
I stopped abruptly and stared at her. “It’s not older people, more power to them. We are talking aboutmymother, not older people.”
“What, do you think the stork dropped you on their doorstep?” she chided.
“I have always kind of hoped that was the case.” I winked at her and walked away to ask Beth to change two of my afternoon appointments that were for follow-ups.
A few minutes before one-thirty, I walked in the front door of the restaurant. I saw my mother sitting near a window up front and waved the hostess off while I pointed towards my destination.
She looked as beautiful as ever with her hair hanging softly around her face. She wore an off-white suit jacket with a black camisole. Obviously, she had on a skirt because her bare calf and elegant high-heeled shoe poked out from under the table as she leaned back in her seat and waited. She was looking at the bar area and gave someone a sultry smile. I glanced over and saw a man about my age staring back at her.
“Mother, must you flirt everywhere you go?” I said as I reached the table and bent down to kiss her cheek.
“Sweetheart, I can’t help it if I look so beautiful that men are drooling over me. Age doesn’t matter, you know.”
I laughed as I pulled out my chair. “No, to you, it probably doesn’t.”
“It shouldn’t matter to you either.” She eyed me carefully, “So do you have a girlfriend yet?”
“Is that why you demanded I have lunch with you, so you could quiz me about my love life?”
“No, but I am your mother, and I worry about you. You’re over thirty. You should be thinking about settling down and having a family.”
I barked out a laugh, “Why, so you can be a grandmother? You don’t strike me as the type to be called Grammy.”
“Ha, ha.” She sat up and laced her fingers in front of her, “I’ll have you know that I would love to have grandchildren to spoil.”
“Spoil, I bet you would.” I picked up my menu and scanned over my lunch choices. “My relationships are not on the table. Why did you want to see me?”
My mother paused long enough that I actually raised my eyes to her and found her glancing at the bar again.
“Mom, you alright?” I asked. For the first time since she had come to tell me she was divorcing my father, she actually looked nervous.
“Oh, yeah.” She reached over and patted my hand. I glanced over to the bar and found the man scrutinizing us. A bad feeling ignited in my gut.
My mother turned her attention back to me, but not before I saw the sly smile that spread over her lips, “So I met someone.”
I looked at her and then back at the bar, “And I’m guessing the guy you were making eyes with is the lucky guy.”
“Why, yes he is,” she replied with a smile so large that if she kept it up, she’d be coming to me for more work on the stretch marks in her cheeks.
“Jesus, Mom, he’s my age.” I set my menu down and stared at her.
