| Mature and young |
Mature and young She came and sat on the edge of the bed - the bed in which lay her son, naked, in the arms of her lover! The other twin bed had obviously not been disturbed. She seemed not to even notice, as if mature and young was the most natural sight in the world! She was something! "I just wanted to see how you're feeling this morning," she said to both of us. "Much better," we chorused. "That's good. And I wanted you to know that I didn't go to bed last night because I wasn't interested, but I thought you two would be better off working through that problem by yourselves. You know, when you first told us about your relationship, I cried for days! Then I went through a period when I told myself mature and young was just a teenage phase and you'd soon get over mature and young. During that time I hoped that somehow when the inevitable breakup came, that you'd still be friends. But that breakup is not going to come, is it?" "Not if I can help it," Kelly answered, and I nodded my agreement. "Then I have a few things to say to both of you. I want you to know that I am here for you and want you to trust me because I trust you. And I want you both to understand, that if either of you hurts the other, you will have to deal with me. I don't think that's likely to happen, but I just wanted you to know." At that she kissed the both of us and left. "Thanks, Mom," Kelly called to her as she left the room. This was one of the busiest weekends we'd ever had. The prom had been Friday night, we had our caps and gowns to pick up on Saturday, along with returning the tuxes, making sure our best suits were clean and pressed, and shopping for new dress shirts. |