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“Hello?”Ianswerthephone through the speakers in my truck. I’ve been trying to ignore my mother since we saw her a week and half ago at the wedding, but she just won’t give up.
“Hey there, darlin’.”
“What do you want, Momma?” I ask, still rather annoyed with her.
“I guess we are just skipping past the pleasantries, huh?”
“You verbally attacked my girlfriend. You’re lucky I’m talking to you at all.”
“Well, if you would have answered your phone, you would have known before now that maybe I’m ready to eat some crow.”
I pause for a second. “Go on.”
“Rob helped me see that maybe I was being a bit hasty. If you love Erin, I should probably try to give her a chance.”
The way she says the words makes me think that Rob is standing right there, watching her and making sure she’s being civil.
She goes on to say, “Maybe you two can come over for dinner one night, and we can get to know Erin a little bit better.”
She says the words as though she’s getting her teeth pulled or something.
“I don’t know. We will have to see. Erin has the kids most of the time,” I tell her.
“They’re welcome to come,” she offers.
“Probably best if we do dinner without the kids first. Let you get any of the bullshit out that’s left in your system.”
She exhales a heavy sigh. “I’m trying here, son. Can you meet me half way?”
“Let me talk to Erin, and I’ll get back to you.”
“Oh, that sounds promising,” she says in her most sarcastic voice.
“Unlike you, Momma, Erin is extremely open-minded, and I bet you anything she will be more up for going to dinner than I am.”
She says something else, but I don’t hear what it is because I see red and blue lights pop up behind me. I pull over to get out of the cop’s way, but much to my surprise, he pulls to the side of the road right behind me.
I know I wasn’t speeding, so I wonder what this whole thing is about.
“Momma, I have to go.”
Before she can say anything else, I hang up the phone.
My eyes stay fixed in the rearview mirror to see what’s going on.
“Son of a bitch,” I mutter as I see who’s getting out of the police car.
Judd.
The gift that just keeps on giving.
As he gets to me, I roll my window down. “Can I help you, officer?” I ask, trying to be civil.
“License and registration.”
I reach into my wallet, and with his hand on his gun, he says, “What are you doing there, boy?”
“Getting my wallet. You going to shoot me for it?”
