is
a boy was involved?” and she looked at Abby with one eyebrow
raised. “I hope he’s not too old for you.” She continued.
“ I think he’s 23.” Abby said winching
waiting for her mom’s response.
“ Well, you are almost 18 Abby, 23 isn’t
that much older, so what is he studying?” She asked assuming he was
a student.
“ Oh, he’s not a student.” Abby said
biting her lip.
“ No?” her mom looked at her
quizzically.
“ No, he was in the band that was
performing.” Abby’s mom was about to protest when Abby continued.
“But Mom, Jimmy was so nice, not the type of guy you would picture
the lead singer of a band to be like. A complete gentleman, so
sincere and thoughtful.” Abby felt as if she could cry.
Her mom set a plate down and put both of her
hands on Abby’s shoulders. “Honey, your dad and I trust your
judgment. We know that you would not do anything reckless. We may
not always agree with your choices” Abby knew she was talking about
Billy. “But they were still your choices, not ours. As long as you
are not doing anything to cause harm to yourself or others, we will
not stand in your way. It sounds like this Jimmy really made an
impression.” Her mom said giving her a hug.
Abby felt as though this was the opening she
needed to tell her mom about the whole weekend. She never felt she
had to hide anything from her parents. Her mom was the first person
she told when she lost her virginity to Billy and her mom
understood, they recapped available birth control methods, but
there was no lecture or criticism. After Abby and her mom took
lunch to her dad who was in his office going over the current
growth and decline of the stock market, Abby and her mom sat down
at the kitchen table and Abby told her mom every detail about the
weekend.
Abby had not talked to Jimmy about meeting
her parents in the five weeks since they had met. She did not want
to push the issue with Jimmy and it didn’t fall under her parents
“we want to meet the young man that is interested in our daughter
before you leave the house with him” rule. Since he was traveling
across the country on a bus right now, the dating part didn’t
apply. Even though they spoke every day that topic was never
brought up…until today.
It was Sunday morning, three weeks into
November when Abby’s phone rang. She knew instantly it was Jimmy.
It was 11:00 a.m. and he called every Sunday morning at 11:00
a.m.
“ Hello,” she said in an expectant
tone
“ Hey Babe, how was your night?” he
asked. They had spoken last evening before she went to bed but he
asked as though he hadn’t talked to her in days.
“ It was fine” she replied, “Holly’s
still sleeping” which was also the norm for a Sunday morning. They
did stay up later than usual playing the “This is How I See My
Future” game which now Abby didn’t mind playing. She had lots of
scenarios on how her life could be, now that she had met Jimmy. It
usually included a log cabin and a bunch of babies.
“ What are you plans for today?” he
asked.
“ Not much,” she admitted,” just
veggin’, we have a paper due on the Battle of Bunker Hill for U.S.
History that I have to get the final draft typed up, but other than
that, just another lazy Sunday, what about you, what are you doing
today? Where are you?” She knew they were somewhere in the Mid West
working their way back to LA.
“ We are in South Dakota don’tcha know.”
Abby laughed at his attempt at an accent. It’s about 40 degrees and
far from what I am used too.”
“ Oh no” Abby laughed, feigning pity,
“Remember you are calling Maine in November, I can’t really
sympathize.” They both laughed. “Although I will feel bad for you
for about 10 seconds since you are from LA and not really used to
anything less than 75 degrees and sunny, hold please” and Abby went
silent.
“ Ha ha funny girl, you are just a riot
this morning.” He teased.
“ Shhh I still have five more seconds of
pity
a boy was involved?” and she looked at Abby with one eyebrow
raised. “I hope he’s not too old for you.” She continued.
“ I think he’s 23.” Abby said winching
waiting for her mom’s response.
“ Well, you are almost 18 Abby, 23 isn’t
that much older, so what is he studying?” She asked assuming he was
a student.
“ Oh, he’s not a student.” Abby said
biting her lip.
“ No?” her mom looked at her
quizzically.
“ No, he was in the band that was
performing.” Abby’s mom was about to protest when Abby continued.
“But Mom, Jimmy was so nice, not the type of guy you would picture
the lead singer of a band to be like. A complete gentleman, so
sincere and thoughtful.” Abby felt as if she could cry.
Her mom set a plate down and put both of her
hands on Abby’s shoulders. “Honey, your dad and I trust your
judgment. We know that you would not do anything reckless. We may
not always agree with your choices” Abby knew she was talking about
Billy. “But they were still your choices, not ours. As long as you
are not doing anything to cause harm to yourself or others, we will
not stand in your way. It sounds like this Jimmy really made an
impression.” Her mom said giving her a hug.
Abby felt as though this was the opening she
needed to tell her mom about the whole weekend. She never felt she
had to hide anything from her parents. Her mom was the first person
she told when she lost her virginity to Billy and her mom
understood, they recapped available birth control methods, but
there was no lecture or criticism. After Abby and her mom took
lunch to her dad who was in his office going over the current
growth and decline of the stock market, Abby and her mom sat down
at the kitchen table and Abby told her mom every detail about the
weekend.
Abby had not talked to Jimmy about meeting
her parents in the five weeks since they had met. She did not want
to push the issue with Jimmy and it didn’t fall under her parents
“we want to meet the young man that is interested in our daughter
before you leave the house with him” rule. Since he was traveling
across the country on a bus right now, the dating part didn’t
apply. Even though they spoke every day that topic was never
brought up…until today.
It was Sunday morning, three weeks into
November when Abby’s phone rang. She knew instantly it was Jimmy.
It was 11:00 a.m. and he called every Sunday morning at 11:00
a.m.
“ Hello,” she said in an expectant
tone
“ Hey Babe, how was your night?” he
asked. They had spoken last evening before she went to bed but he
asked as though he hadn’t talked to her in days.
“ It was fine” she replied, “Holly’s
still sleeping” which was also the norm for a Sunday morning. They
did stay up later than usual playing the “This is How I See My
Future” game which now Abby didn’t mind playing. She had lots of
scenarios on how her life could be, now that she had met Jimmy. It
usually included a log cabin and a bunch of babies.
“ What are you plans for today?” he
asked.
“ Not much,” she admitted,” just
veggin’, we have a paper due on the Battle of Bunker Hill for U.S.
History that I have to get the final draft typed up, but other than
that, just another lazy Sunday, what about you, what are you doing
today? Where are you?” She knew they were somewhere in the Mid West
working their way back to LA.
“ We are in South Dakota don’tcha know.”
Abby laughed at his attempt at an accent. It’s about 40 degrees and
far from what I am used too.”
“ Oh no” Abby laughed, feigning pity,
“Remember you are calling Maine in November, I can’t really
sympathize.” They both laughed. “Although I will feel bad for you
for about 10 seconds since you are from LA and not really used to
anything less than 75 degrees and sunny, hold please” and Abby went
silent.
“ Ha ha funny girl, you are just a riot
this morning.” He teased.
“ Shhh I still have five more seconds of
pity
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