After Garrett’s parents’ died, he spent most evenings here, in this kitchen, as my mother fussed over him and made sure he was eating enough vegetables. Garrett loved my mother. She was one of the few people, aside from Riley, who could make the guy smile.
And when Cole’s parents had all but abandoned him, my mom picked up the slack, taking him care packages after he moved into his apartment and making sure he had warm socks and pillows for his bed. She took the man shopping for curtains, for Christ’s sake!
She was a sucker for an abandoned puppy. And Cole and Garrett were her favorite abandoned puppies.
“You should have invited the boys to come with you! I haven’t seen Cole, Garrett, or Jordan in so long! Is Jordan still with that lovely girl, Maysie?” she asked, wrapping a towel around my neck and picking up the scissors.
“He is. They’re getting married in August. So be on the look out for an invitation,” I told her, holding perfectly still as she snipped the long pieces of hair around my ears.
“Oh, a wedding! I can’t wait! I love weddings! I keep hoping your sister will finally find someone to settle down with, but I won’t hold my breath.” My thirty-year-old sister had incredibly bad luck when it came to men. Her high school boyfriend had turned out to be gay and her daughter’s dad, who she had been with for almost three years, had taken off the minute he found out she was pregnant. So now Charlotte was doing the single mom thing and I was pretty sure she wasn’t looking to put on a white dress and walk down the aisle any time soon.
Mom leaned down and peered into my face. “I guess I’ll just have to wait for you to settle down then. Though it won’t be the same when you get married. The mother of the groom doesn’t get to do anything fun,” she pouted good-naturedly. She pulled the hair on my forehead between her fingers and started to snip again. “So how is Sophie?” she asked, her voice deceptively light. I knew what she was doing. She was digging. And Mom was one hell of a digger.
“She’s fine,” I said shortly.
“Fine? That’s it? I ask you how your girlfriend is doing and all you can say is that she’s fine? Maybe you should bring her around for dinner again so I can see for myself how she’s doing.” She got out a brush and swept the back of my neck.
“I don’t know. I think she’s busy,” I replied dismissively.
Mom stilled, her hands coming to rest heavily on my shoulders. “Is there a reason we’ve only met this woman twice? Why won’t you bring her around? Are you embarrassed of us or something?” She sounded hurt and I felt horrible. It was so completely far from the truth.
“No, Mom! Of course I’m not embarrassed of you. All my friends love you and Dad. You know that Garrett and Cole would move in if you’d let them,” I told her, trying to make up for being such an insensitive prick.
“Then what’s going on? Why won’t you bring your girlfriend to see us? You used to bring Gracie around all the time. Is there something wrong with this Sophie that you don’t want me to know about?” she asked, sounding suspicious.
“Mom, Gracie was never my girlfriend,” I said tiredly.
“Humph. Sure could have fooled me with the way the two of you looked at each other,” she grumbled. There was no sense arguing with her. Mom lived by the adage, “Mother’s always right.”
“There’s nothing wrong with Sophie. She’s just really shy. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.” It was a lame excuse and not even an honest one.
I knew my mother would have Sophie relaxed and at ease in no time. It was her talent.
The truth was, I had no excuse. I just never thought about inviting Sophie to hang out with my family. The two times she had been to my parents’ house had been purely by accident. We had bumped into them at the store and had been promptly invited for dinner. Sophie hadn’t been overly enthused by the whole thing so I hadn’t bothered to bring her around again.
“She seems like a nice girl,” Mom commented hesitantly as though expecting me to disagree.
“Yeah, she’s a nice girl,” I said as she took the towel off my shoulders and handed me a mirror.
A nice girl.
Constant. Always there.