A Mother’s Day

Holly says she doesn’t care about Jeremy’s lifestyle but she doesn’t understand is why he‘s proud of it.

Jeremy is her favorite son: a tall blond man who looks old enough
to be her husband.

People who are ‘not in the know’ say that Holly and Jeremy make a beautiful couple.

Holly prefers to believe that it’s her youthful good looks that fools people.

Holly says she loves her sinner but hates his sin and when Jeremy is ready to live God’s plan, she will accept him on his own terms.

It’s that other one; his partner:  a militant faggot that wants Jeremy more liberated.

Holly doesn’t think her son needs that kind of liberation.

Last week Jeremy’s ‘husband’ complained about the greeting cards
Holly sends.

Bob calls them Hallmark Torpedoes because Holly always includes Bob’s name on a yellow post it.

As Holly explains it,  “If those boys ever separate, and I pray they don’t–Jeremy can peel out the Bob’s name without destroying the meaning of the card.”

Bob  denounced Holly as a wig with teeth!

He demanded that Jeremy, “do something!”

Jeremy flew to Ohio from LA and invited Holly to a special
Mother’s Day dinner at the Airport Holiday Inn.

He accused her of covert homophobia.

Holly wept into her chef’s salad.

She reached across the table to take Jeremy’s hand and said softly through her tears: “Bob hates me. And he hates your family. I have always loved you as you are. Just as you are!”

Holly composed herself and pierced a slice of Blue Cheese covered ham with her fork.

She could almost read Jeremy’s mind: “How can I speak to my Mother like this? How can I make her cry?”

“I’ve already got your Christmas gift.” Holly said with a persecuted smile.

Jeremy’s face brightened at the chance to change the subject.

“Is it almost Christmas? I’ve been so busy . . . I‑Is the gift for both of us?”

“Oh, I saw something that was perfect for your Partner! Is that the right word?  Partner?””

“Yes.” Jeremy smiled.

Holly pierced another slice of ham: “Hickory Farms has an organic tea service with samples of over a hundred bags of tea! Does Bob drink tea?”

Jeremy gripped his Mother’s hand to support her inclusion of his partner in her Christmas shopping and smiled. “Our apartment reeks of peppermint tea.”

Holly released a long and exaggerated sigh: “I’m so happy!” she said. “It comes with a man-sized mug and one of those heating elements for boiling water.”

Holly beamed.

“And you know what Hickory Farms calls it? Solitaire . . . Isn’t that clever?”

(c) Rob Goldstein 2015-2017

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