man, a
plumber, to make a life with and they were very happy together.
“Mother,
guess who I'm having over to my place this Friday to watch a movie with?”
“Tell
me!” her mother said excitedly.
Her
other was always telling her that she needed a boyfriend of some kind. Once her
mother had even gone as far as to say that a having a man around would be good
because they would be able to scratch an itch for her that she couldn't scratch
for herself. When her mother had said this Lucille hadn't known what to do.
They had both laughed and laughed. But she didn't think her mother would be
laughing now.
“Brent,”
she said. “Mother, I saw Brent. Do you remember him from our old life? Do you
remember how I used to sneak away from the house during the day and go over to
his to play?”
“Oh my God,” her mother said
breathlessly. “I can't believe it. How is he? Is he married?”
“Mother!” Lucille laughed. “I
just told you that I was having him over for a date. What kind of person do you
think I am?”
They
both laughed at this. Her mother asked all about how they had met and what had
happened.
“Mom,
it's actually the cutest story. So we were both out at the same high end bar
downtown, which for both of us is a once a year thing, or near enough. But
anyway, so we are both in this bar that is packed and neither one of us can
walk over to the other to say hey. So I wrote my email on a napkin and had the
bartender walk it over to him.”
“That's
amazing!” her mother exclaimed. “Then what?”
“Within
in the first email exchange we realized who each other were, so from there we
met in person shortly after.”
Her
mother couldn't believe her good stroke of luck, and how she crowed with
delight when her daughter told her that Brent was now a good looking, world
weary pilot.
“To
think of it!”
That
was the last thing her mother said before they said their goodbyes. It made
Lucille smile to hear her mother say it. To think of it! Her mother had the
right idea. To think of how things were turning out now considering, and to
think about how it was going to be if her and Brent were able to put the pieces
of their once broken lives back together. Right after she put her phone down
she realized she'd forgotten to tell her mother about Brent's father passing,
but then she was glad she hadn't. It was one thing for her to go through all of
the mental anguish of her own accord in pursuit of a guy, but it was another
thing entirely to drag her own mother through the existential mud. Lucille
didn't want to stir up anymore long dormant feelings than she had to. It wasn't
that she didn't think her mother could handle it, either, it was that she
didn't think that she could handle it. Lucille didn't want to break down crying
on the phone with her mother talking about how the love of her mother's life,
Lucille's father, had passed away—especially since she didn't know if her
boyfriend was around to hear it.
Lucille
liked her mother's boyfriend, but didn't know him well at all. He and her
mother had met long after Lucille had fled the smog and bad traffic of the east
coast. Now that she lived in Des Moines she didn't seem to travel much anymore,
so he remained a mystery.
That
night, as she lay in bed trying to go to sleep, all she could think about was
Brent's good looking features. When she drifted off morning came all too soon.
That
Friday night Brent arrived with flowers and a treat for the dog. The dog treat
was a nice touch, especially since Lucille hadn't remembered to pick any up
from the store on her way home from the school that day.