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Anger starting to seep through her, making her face warm as she felt beads of cold sweat gather across her back. Strange sexual habits. Who was her mother to say anything about strange sexual habits? Who was she to insinuate that Emmanuel was a creep when there was sexual paraphernalia strewn about the house?
“Mother, I already told you once, he isn’t here. If you’re saying I’m lying, then I don’t really want to talk to you right now.”
“Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She heard a click and the line went dead.
Ala stood there, in shock, watching the leaves on the Magnolia plants, no doubt imported, flap away in the wind.
To have one of the most bizarre conversations with your mother, that you know you’ll ever have, is a strange experience.
Strange sexual habits. What does that mean? Her mother had lived her entire life and seemed to only now explore any kind of varietal sex. Emmanuel had traveled everywhere, and other countries had different ideas about what normal sex was. She was sure her mother was overreacting. Her parents would be much happier with her out of the house for the summer. She wanted to call Gertrude, but decided that she didn’t want to share her plans just yet. She liked that this decision was her own and didn’t feel like explaining, or hearing opinions, just yet.