I said nervously tugging on the hem of my blouse. “Your mom invited us. That’s what we’re doing here.” You replied while ringing the bell. “Right, but we didn’t have to come. We can go. We can go right now and she’ll never have to know we were here,” I pleaded, tugging your arm back in the direction of the car. “Charley, c’mon,” you chided lightly. “She’s your mom. You two have been trying, right?” “I just…things are going to be weird.” “Charley, stop freaking out.” You held my face with the hand not holding mine. “I’m here with you. If it gets too uncomfortable we’ll leave.” “Okay,” I said as you placed a chaste kiss on my lips. It had been a two weeks since our make up in front of your apartment, a week since the Holmes’ luncheon.
