just so I could talk to him again. I texted him as soon as I parked in the driveway,” I admit.
“I’m happy for you, darling. Just be careful. And be smart. I’m going to head to bed, mija. Don’t stay up too late.”
She stands up then leans over and kisses me on my temple. It feels weird. Inappropriate even, coming from anyone other than my Jordan. My Jordan. I sigh.
I head up to bed at the same time. I take a quick shower and slide into bed with Jordan’s jacket. You didn’t think I really returned that, did you? Sleep comes easy tonight, and my dreams are filled with vivid images of Jordan’s sexy lips and boisterous laugh.
Boss, Violet, dinner with parents. Boss, Violet, dinner with parents.
Wednesdays have become my favorite day of the week. I’ve dubbed them ‘Violetdays.’ And today is such a day. Only today, I’m having the added joy of dinner with my parents. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, and enjoy their company, but I’m tired. I already know that after a meeting with my old boss, and then seeing Violet, I’ll be exhausted. And then I have at least an hour drive home. So, as you can see, dinner at my parents’ is less than convenient. But once I move back to North Miami, I can drop in all the time.
Boss, Violet, dinner with parents. Boss, Violet, dinner with parents. I repeat today’s mantra. I can do this.
I linger at the bank a few extra minutes just so I can soak in my girl’s brightness. Susie gives me the cold shoulder now that I don’t go straight to her window, but I don’t give a shit. Violet brings me the calmness and tranquility I crave after a long day.
I arrive at my parents’ house at the exact time I said I would. My parents, Angela and Tom, are both retired U.S. Postal workers. We are a working class family, but have always lived comfortably. In my family, being a government employee is something to be proud of.
Without bothering to knock, I walk through my parents’ front door as though I still live here. The door opens into their great room, which consists of their dining, family, and living rooms. The kitchen is in the back of the house. I’m lost in my head thinking about the visit I just had with my flower when my mom appears in my sightline.
She steps in to hug me hello, so I bend down to help her out. She’s small, just about the same size as Violet. Not that everything makes me think about her. Except that it does.
“Hello, dear.”
“Hi, Ma,” I say after placing a kiss on her cheek. The temple is completely off limits from now on, that belongs to my one and only.
“So what, or should I ask, who put that smile on your face?”
“Smells great in here,” I deflect.
“Nice try but you can’t get one past your mother.”
I chuckle at my mother’s prying, but my mind immediately goes back to Violet who always knows how to make me laugh. Then I smile at the thought of her laughing. Shit! I shake my head, trying to focus.
“Where’s Pop?” I ask.
“In the kitchen, taste testing.” She laughs.
“Shocker.” I shake my head in mock surprise.
We both start toward the kitchen when I notice the dining room table is set for four. I am an only child, and we don’t have any family in town, so what gives?
“Uh, Ma? Am I missing something?”
“Honey, don’t get upset,” she says slowly and carefully.
“Ma?” I question her again, this time a little more sternly than I should be when speaking to my mother.
“It’s nothing, Jordan,” she back peddles.
“Ma, start talkin’,” I demand.
“It’s nothing crazy. There is a woman in my book club that I see once a month. She’s really friendly. Anyway, we got to talking a few months ago and it turns out she has a daughter your age. Then last month, her daughter came to a meeting and I asked her if she’d be interested in meeting you. She said yes and we exchanged numbers. So, when you agreed to come for dinner tonight, I thought it was the perfect
“I’m happy for you, darling. Just be careful. And be smart. I’m going to head to bed, mija. Don’t stay up too late.”
She stands up then leans over and kisses me on my temple. It feels weird. Inappropriate even, coming from anyone other than my Jordan. My Jordan. I sigh.
I head up to bed at the same time. I take a quick shower and slide into bed with Jordan’s jacket. You didn’t think I really returned that, did you? Sleep comes easy tonight, and my dreams are filled with vivid images of Jordan’s sexy lips and boisterous laugh.
Boss, Violet, dinner with parents. Boss, Violet, dinner with parents.
Wednesdays have become my favorite day of the week. I’ve dubbed them ‘Violetdays.’ And today is such a day. Only today, I’m having the added joy of dinner with my parents. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, and enjoy their company, but I’m tired. I already know that after a meeting with my old boss, and then seeing Violet, I’ll be exhausted. And then I have at least an hour drive home. So, as you can see, dinner at my parents’ is less than convenient. But once I move back to North Miami, I can drop in all the time.
Boss, Violet, dinner with parents. Boss, Violet, dinner with parents. I repeat today’s mantra. I can do this.
I linger at the bank a few extra minutes just so I can soak in my girl’s brightness. Susie gives me the cold shoulder now that I don’t go straight to her window, but I don’t give a shit. Violet brings me the calmness and tranquility I crave after a long day.
I arrive at my parents’ house at the exact time I said I would. My parents, Angela and Tom, are both retired U.S. Postal workers. We are a working class family, but have always lived comfortably. In my family, being a government employee is something to be proud of.
Without bothering to knock, I walk through my parents’ front door as though I still live here. The door opens into their great room, which consists of their dining, family, and living rooms. The kitchen is in the back of the house. I’m lost in my head thinking about the visit I just had with my flower when my mom appears in my sightline.
She steps in to hug me hello, so I bend down to help her out. She’s small, just about the same size as Violet. Not that everything makes me think about her. Except that it does.
“Hello, dear.”
“Hi, Ma,” I say after placing a kiss on her cheek. The temple is completely off limits from now on, that belongs to my one and only.
“So what, or should I ask, who put that smile on your face?”
“Smells great in here,” I deflect.
“Nice try but you can’t get one past your mother.”
I chuckle at my mother’s prying, but my mind immediately goes back to Violet who always knows how to make me laugh. Then I smile at the thought of her laughing. Shit! I shake my head, trying to focus.
“Where’s Pop?” I ask.
“In the kitchen, taste testing.” She laughs.
“Shocker.” I shake my head in mock surprise.
We both start toward the kitchen when I notice the dining room table is set for four. I am an only child, and we don’t have any family in town, so what gives?
“Uh, Ma? Am I missing something?”
“Honey, don’t get upset,” she says slowly and carefully.
“Ma?” I question her again, this time a little more sternly than I should be when speaking to my mother.
“It’s nothing, Jordan,” she back peddles.
“Ma, start talkin’,” I demand.
“It’s nothing crazy. There is a woman in my book club that I see once a month. She’s really friendly. Anyway, we got to talking a few months ago and it turns out she has a daughter your age. Then last month, her daughter came to a meeting and I asked her if she’d be interested in meeting you. She said yes and we exchanged numbers. So, when you agreed to come for dinner tonight, I thought it was the perfect
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