It’ll be an adjustment for both of us, but probably more for her than for me.
To distract her from her move-in anxiety, I proposed we make it extra fun. When we went on our shopping spree, she bought herself a floral dress and costume pearls to wear next time we watched The Stepford Wives.
So tonight, while Ray moves his stuff in, Mom and I are all dressed up. We made a nice dinner, and we’re going to make Ray watch The Stepford Wives with us after we’re finished eating—at the table, of course, like proper ladies.
Ray definitely thinks we’re dorks, but it’s nothing he wasn’t already aware of, so he doesn’t complain.
While dinner cooks and Mom and Ray unpack upstairs, I sit on the couch and scroll through the college course catalog on my phone. Ever since college crossed my mind the other night, I’ve spent a lot more time thinking about it.
Interrupting my scroll, Mom suddenly flops down on the couch beside me and sighs.
“Moving in with a man is strange.”
I lower my phone to my lap and look over at her. “How so?”
“It just is. I was just giving Ray his new toothbrush—”
“Was he surprised?” I interrupt.
“He was.”
“Does he love it?”
“He does. But, he’s weird.”
I chuckle. “What?”
“He thought we would share a toothpaste tube.” She makes a face. “Why would we share a tube of toothpaste? Can we not afford the extravagance of each of us having our own? Is that a thing couples who live together usually do?”
I frown. “I don’t know. What if you don’t like the same kind?”
“Exactly! I enjoy my white, minty paste. What if he goes for those crazy gel ones that are three different colors? Or what if he squeezes the tube from the bottom and gets mad that I squeeze it from the middle?”
“You can’t just stop squeezing from the middle. It’s a lifestyle choice.”
“See? You get me. We should’ve lived alone together for the rest of our lives. We could’ve become mother-daughter spinsters—each of us with our own toothpaste.”
“I think life as a spinster would suit me quite well, actually,” I confess.
She drapes her arm around my shoulder and gives me an affectionate squeeze. “You make your mother proud.”
Ray comes down the stairs, flicking a gaze in our direction. “Is she still complaining about the damn toothpaste?”
“It’s weird,” Mom insists as she lets me go.
“It isn’t weird, and a simple no would’ve gotten the point across,” he says, stopping in front of the couch.
Mom looks over at me. “I asked if he was a psychopath.”
“A fair question,” I say.
Ray rolls his eyes. “Since your daughter’s in the room, I won’t remind you of all the other ways we exchange bodily fluids.”
Mom gasps and dramatically covers my ears. “Not in front of these virgin ears.”
I slide her a look, because she knows I’ve slept with Hunter.
“It’s part of Stepford night,” she tells me. “All daughters must remain virgins until they’re married.”
“Ah, right. Well, at least you’ve already been paid a bride price and negotiated the terms of my sales agreement. Maybe my wanton ways can be excused.”
Mom uncovers my ears. “Speaking of your wanton ways…”
I blink. “Wait, what?”
“You came home late last night.”
I flick a glance at Ray, instinctively wondering why she would bring that up when he’s still here before remembering he lives here now—he’s not leaving.
Weird.
“Oh. Yeah, I texted you,” I say, looking back at Mom. “I told you Hunter was picking me up from work.”
“Is he your boyfriend now?”
“No. He just gave me a ride home from work and made us a snack. We had a glass of wine.” Her eyebrows rise, so I explain, “He lived in Italy, he does wine with meals now.”
“Right, of course. Well, the fact remains, you came home super late.”
“I didn’t think you’d care,” I say with a shrug. “You knew where I was, you knew who I was with. I don’t have a curfew. What’s the problem?”
“The problem is I didn’t get to talk to you after work last night and I was already gone when you woke up today, so I didn’t get to tell you I need you to request off work tomorrow.”
I blink at her. “Tomorrow?”
She nods, cringing a bit. “Short notice, I know.”
“Very short notice. I need to know like a week in advance if I’m going to request a day off, Mom. When Hunter doesn’t know that, I understand because he’s never held a blue collar job, but you know I can’t just request the next day off. The schedule is already set. I’m supposed to close tomorrow.”
“I know,” Mom says, pulling a face. “I’m sorry, I would’ve given you more notice, but—”
“It’s my fault,” Ray interrupts.
I look at him.
“I’ve been talking to this potential investor for the gym. I found someone who’s really interested and has the capital, he’s even got social media marketing experience and some good ideas about advertising the gym. He knows how to do the stuff I don’t, and it seems like it would be a really good fit, but we haven’t signed the paperwork yet. He wanted to come over one night this weekend to have dinner with the family, get a feel for me, talk everything over, and hopefully sign the papers so we can get things started.”
“Oh, wow, that’s really great,” I say, trying to think how I could get out of work. “Hmm… I guess I could see if one of the other waitresses would take my shift.”
“I hate to put you out,” Ray says. “I just wanted the whole family here. I want to make a good impression, you know?”
“Yeah, of course. I’ll find a way. If none of the waitresses say yes, I’ll… figure something else out.”
Maybe I’ll ask Hunter to work his magic. I know he’ll gently blackmail me for the favor, but… well, I don’t mind.
Chapter Fifty Six
Riley
“So, what do you know about this investor?” I ask Mom as we stand at the kitchen counter, preparing side dishes to go with dinner.
Ray is outside assembling the new grill he bought since he’s making steaks for the main course.
Mom shakes her head as she tosses the salad. “Nothing, really. Why?”
“I’m just wondering what we should be expecting. I mean, it’s not gonna be Tony Soprano at the dinner table tonight, right? We’re sure this is a legit investor?”
“I don’t think Tony Soprano would be a social media marketing whiz,” she says. “He said the guy knows about marketing, so it sounds legit.”
“But what if by ‘marketing’ he means, ‘Maybe you should join our gym. It sure would be a shame if you didn’t and something were to happen to you…’?”
“Well, that would certainly be interesting,” Mom says. “I’ve never entertained mobsters before. Do you think they’ll be upset that we don’t have a dessert course? Maybe you should run out and grab some cannoli, just in case.”