the whole house smelled of roasted chicken and the spices of sidedishes and finally the table was ready for dinner. every room in the mansion was spotless, like an advertisement for interior design.
quickly she ran upstairs to change. she was still wearing the worn out jeans and bleach-spotted t-shirt she had donned early in the day. her hair hung lifeless and she quickly pulled out the curling iron to see what she could do.
her son ran in the room. "mama, what else should i take on vacation?"
"just what we packed this morning, honey. but remember, we might not take a vacation, so don't say anything to daddy. it will be our little secret okay?" she tousled his hair.
he stood up on his tiptoes. his kiss missed her cheek and touched her chin. "i love you mama. i love you most." he smiled at her, a chubby-cheeked, innocent smile, and galloped out of the room.
she finished dressing headed to the dining room. the front door opened and as he entered she was pouring a glass of his favorite wine.
he gave a disapproving look at the table of food. "what's all this mess? what's that get-up?" he asked, motioning at her.
She looked down at her blue honeymoon dress. Finally she could fit in it again. "I thought we could have a nice dinner together. Talk. Relax a little."
"I'm playing poker with the guys again tonight."
She threw her arms wide, an image of dying Christ.
"But we..."
He turned and headed out the door.
She called to her son, "Honey, we're going on vacation."
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