Mothers

Kyle

We are sitting around the table, Mitzie never leaving Jeremy out of sight. He looks hot as hell in my sweatpants, but I'm trying to fix my eyes on the mashed potatoes on my plate, rather than on him.

My Dad’s in a very good mood, and after we’ve all exchanged the niceties about how good the food is, Dad turns to Jeremy and says.

“Your father is the owner of the oil company here, right?”

Jeremy pauses with his fork midair and says.

“He is, yes. “

I stiffen because I know how much Jeremy hates talking about his family and I have no idea what my father would ask, but he only says.

“I fixed his car once your family came here, I hope everything’s been alright with it since.”

“Oh, yes. Yes, “ Jeremy replies, surprised at the turn of the conversation. He most likely expected to be asked something else. Like how much his father makes. Or if they go fishing together.

“I think so,” Jer nods, “ I would say yes. I don't know much about cars, to be honest. I don’t even drive. “