S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN
Chapter 8, part 2
Mother arrived at five fourteen.
“Andrew.” I stated, upon seeing him still alive.
“Tell your son to take a shower. Use the pumice soap on that grease.”
“I thought you hated that soap.”
“I hate grease stains worse.”
“Hi, Mom.” Andrew greeted. “Bye, Mom.” He headed to the bathroom.
“I’ll get dinner started.” I turned towards the kitchen.
“We’ll eat out tonight.”
It turns out, her auto shop doubled its business while she was away. Some rookie mechanic suggested maybe advertising would help. He was wrong, but that got her proxy to rethink how they presented themselves.
Mom liked to keep a tidy and nice looking home. Her workplace was where she could let her hair down, except it would get caught in a fan belt. So she tied it up. She let everything else in her shop hang out. It was a maze of parts and dirty rags and bad smells. In a word, it was freedom. After discovering her daughter’s awful secret, she discovered that her true love had gotten a make over. It had become clean and professional. Every useful part had been organized and logged into a database. Everything else went to recycling.
Seated at a chain restaurant, over broiled fish and vinaigrette tossed vegetables, she confessed how much she despised her twice as productive business. “They ripped the heart right out of it.”
“You mean, your heart.” I teased.
“Damn straight.”
We managed civil conversation until the ride home.
“Lila visited while you were gone, Mother, by herself.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell her what a piece of dung she has for a son.”
“You can tell your daughter.” Andrew tried.
Mother kept quiet after that.
Getting ready for bed, I realized, Andrew and I hadn’t had one minute alone together. I was okay with that. After calling Garrick and swearing we were still alive with all parts intact, I slept like a baby.
I felt even better the next morning. Mother made breakfast which let me take a leisurely bath. She put scrambled eggs, bacon, beans, and tomatoes on the table. She said, “Don’t make any plans today.” It precipitated another quiet meal. Andrew and I cleaned afterwards. Her trap sprung as we dried our hands of dishwater.
“Ingrid, I’ve decided. You will take Andrew out of school. He will stay with me, next year. I promise he will pass his GED, and earn a proper mechanic’s license. After that, if you two haven’t learned your lesson, I never want to see either of you again.”
Andrew broke before I did. “You can’t do that, Grandma!”
“You don’t have the right to call me that, child.” She told him plain. “Would you rather have your mother go to jail?”
“I thought I was the victim.” I tried to lighten the mood.
“It’ll be worse when you’re serving time.” Mother did not budge.
“Garrick will never agree.” I called on the cavalry.
“Garrick will do what you tell him.”
I’d like to say that we argued all day, but mother held all the cards. I quickly understood, she would ask the police to investigate me for child abuse. She was going to take charge of my son, to set him on a decent path. Andrew acted more like the seventeen year old he was, than ever before. He sulked. “I’ll run away.”
“Good for you, child. This town needs more homeless youths. The adults will happily make use of your gifts.”
“That’s what you’re doing.” He pointed out.
“I’m not happy about this, at all.” She glared. “Either you stay here and reform, or I will send your mother to jail, where she’ll be safe from your sick deviance.”
I broke down. I didn’t care if mother called me a cry baby.
We had no choice. After my son and I accepted our fate, and accepted Mother’s offer, I called Garrick.
“Mother thinks Andrew should be apprenticing at her auto shop instead of finishing school.”
“What does he want?”
“He’s seventeen. He wants everything.” Was all I could tell my husband.
“He has made a good start. Those side jobs must have been lucrative. If he loves the work, I don’t see how we couldn’t accept Ruth’s offer.”
“You were suspicious of Andrew’s side jobs.”
“Yeah, well, I’d rather be wrong about that, if it means solid job prospects in his future.”
We parted with mushy words flying between us. When I set down my phone, Mother wasn’t around. She’d left to avoid mushy words. Andrew pounced.
“I don’t want to do this, Mom. Talk Grandma out of it.”
“That would be like talking you out of having sex with me.”
He glowered. “I only did what you let me do.”
“If I could have stopped you, I would have.”
“Run away with me, Mom. We can get work in another town. It’ll be hard-”
My heart jolted. I struck my son for the second time in our lives. “Stop it! This isn’t a fucking dream. You’re going to stay with your grandma and relearn to like masturbating or find an actual girlfriend, and get a mechanic’s license.”
“I already have one.”
“Have what?”
“A girlfriend.”
The word struck me harder than I had slapped him. Gods. He’d been spending time at the university. I thought he might be taking a mechanic’s class.
“That’s a terrible joke, Andrew.”
“It’s not like we had sex, but I really like her.”
“How old is she?”
“That’s your first question?”
“Damn straight, it’s my first question. There’s only one reason you’re not having sex with a girlfriend.”
“Fear of AIDS?”
“How old is she?”
He looked away. “Twenty… something.”
“Fuck!” I expelled. “I don’t know whether to call the police on her or sign papers to let you marry her.”
“We’re not ready for that.”
“You’re not ready to make your own decisions!” I yelled.
The backdoor opened. “You tell him, Daughter.” Mother closed it again.
“Andrew, you’re going to stay with Grandma, until she lets you call her that again.” I stood up for emphasis and strode to my mother’s room. Shut in there, I had a terrible cry.
Mother found me packing. I told her, “We bought open return flight tickets. I’ll even get a half-refund for Andrew’s ticket.”
“You can stay longer, Ingrid. You’re going to miss him for at least a year.”
“You decided, Mother, and we know how final that is. I’d rather start missing him now, in Garrick’s arms, that wait alone to miss him. I’ll ship whatever he needs from home.”
Mother stood, seemly lost for words. I used to savor moments like that.
“I’ll miss you.” She blurted awkwardly.
I hugged her aging frame as hard as I dared. Patting my back was her best show of love. “Have another child, Daughter. Consider it.”
Until I entered the airport for my flight home, I was at a loss for words. I had a mess of a son, from a marriage Mother disapproved. Yet she encouraged me to have another child. I barely heard Andrew wish me goodbye.
“Traitor.” He fumed.
I hugged him, amused. “I love you.”
“I hope your plane crashes.”
Mother rolled her eyes through it all. “Tell your husband to provide better for you.”
“Love you too, Mom!” I waved and rolled my carry-on away as fast as I could.
Garrick picked me up at the airport. He let me cry without intruding. I was out of tears by the time we reached home. I bid him to clean up his temporary bachelor pad, while I unpacked. I took my thick lover out of the valise. It stank of coconut and my ass. I hadn’t had time clean it after rudely and pulling it out in an airport toilet stall. I had wrapped it paper seat covers for safe insertion into my luggage.
I took the foul thing into the shower and washed. Clean, I wrapped it in a nice, fresh towel and stowed it behind the twenty other towels in the linen closet. I closed the door forever on my truest lover ever.
…..to be continued…
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