Second, I’ve managed to enjoy an uninterrupted bubble here at the Indigo. I left thinking that guilt and/or Mom’s demands would have me running home to check on her daily, but I’ve somehow managed to escape. She barely even texts me. I’m going to pop that bubble and let my ordinary, untidy reality come leaking back in? That’s stupid. I love it here. I love myself here, and who I’m allowing myself to be. Vacations have to end, but I still have two full days. Why would I run home now and invite my mom to break the spell? Third, why would I ever take my vacation fling to meet my mother? No good can come of it. She won’t like Marco. He looks way too ethnic for her blue blood. He’s rough and uncouth; he’s working class. Mom will see him as a spoiler of my innocence, even though my innocence has been gone for a while. Even that might all be worth fighting through, if there was more permanence to our relationship. But in two days, Marco and I will be over. We’ll have had our fun and we’ll both return, however reluctantly, to our day-to-day grind.
