“Are you in love with him?”
It’s a pointed question not unlike the ones Joseph was asking, but as the mother, she has a right to ask it.
“Honestly, we haven’t known each other that long,” I reply. “I’m not sure why he chose to invite me, but I’m appreciative that he did.”
“What do you mean, you’re not sure why he invited you?”
“I just picture him with a woman more like his ex-girlfriend, Kimberly. Someone a little more glamorous. I think I’m a little nerdy for his usual tastes.”
By her brief silence, I think she agrees with my assessment. “You don’t think you’re good enough for my son?”
“Not at all! I know I’m not the prettiest or wealthiest person he could be dating, but I bring a lot to the table. Not to be immodest, but maybe I’m a breath of fresh air for Darren. Someone different.”
She seems to weigh what I say. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you are different.”
Kind of hard not to take a statement like that the wrong way, but I don’t detect any antagonism in her tone.
“Darren and I haven’t known each other long enough to be too serious,” I assure her. “And if we were to become more serious, you don’t have to worry about me. I care deeply about the people in my life, my family and friends, and I’d always have their interests at heart.”
I must have spoken with more earnestness than I’d intended because she doesn’t respond right away.
“Tell me about your family,” she finally says.
I tell her about how my grandmother raised me because my father had passed away when I was just a baby.
“She lives in Europe with her boyfriend,” I answer, when she asks about my mother.
By the end of our conversation, I can’t tell if Mrs. Lee approves of me or not.