"I'm home, Mama!" called Eleni.
"Hey sweetie, I'm in the kitchen!" came the reply.
The raven haired college student dropped her overnight bag in the doorway, tossed her laundry bag down the basement stairs and went to greet her mother.
"Mmmm, that smells great!" she said, hugging her mother from behind.
"Thanks, baby. I want dinner tonight to be special," she declared.
She gave her daughter a peck on the cheek and turned back to the stove top.
"What's so special about tonight?" she asked.
"You'll see," her mom replied with a naughty giggle.
"OK, Mom. Whatever. I'm gonna go start my laundry."
"Great! Dinner is at five!"
"Cool. Hey, isn't that my skirt you're wearing?"
"Yes, it is. I've been trying out some of your clothes this week. I figured since you didn't take them with you that you wouldn't mind. You don't, do you ?"
"Uh, sure. No problem. Knock yourself out." Eleni said. "It looks good on you."
Actually, it looked very short on her and it was somewhat disconcerting. Still, Eleni had to admit that her mom had great legs. She just didn't usually show them off like that. And why was she cooking in heels?
Eleni grinned. Her mom must have started seeing someone! That would explain it. The sexy outfit, the silly, singing quality to her voice, all that about wanting dinner to be 'special'. The young woman chuckled. Good for her! Her dad had walked out on them when Eleni was ten and it was about time Arianna Kartsonis had someone that would treat her right!
Eleni resolved to pry details out of her after she got her laundry started. Her mother stonewalled, however, refusing to even admit she was dating.
"Its... a... sur... prise!" she said in that annoying, slow, emphasized tone she always used when her daughter had to be told something twice. This time, howver, she punctuated it with a giggle. Finally, Eleni gave up and went to her room to do some reading. She had a paper due for psych on Wednesday.
"Eleni," her mom called out. "It's 4:00--you'd better dress for dinner."
Dress for dinner? She must have a date.
"How formal exactly is this?" she asked, emerging from her bedroom.
"Oh, it's not formal <giggle> not formal at all! I just want you to look your best!"
"OK, mama. Who is he?"
Her mother blushed deeply.
"It's a surprise," she reminded her in a tone like she was twelve.
Eleni shook her head at her mother's silliness.
"Fine, if that's the way you want it. I'll go put on a dress or something."
"Oooo--Why don't you wear that little royal blue one?"
"The one I wore to prom?"
"Yes! Definitely! You look so sexy in that one!"
Sexy? Why would her mom want her to look sexy for her new boyfriend? Unless... it dawned on her.
"Oh God, Mama! You're trying to set me up with someone, aren't you!"
Her mother looked embarrassed at being caught but kept the mischievous grin.
"Aw, it was supposed to be a surprise!" she declared.
"Shit, Mom!" Eleni declared. "I can't believe you'd do this to me!"
"Well, I know it's unexpected but he really thought it would be best this way. I've been dying to call and tell you all week!"
Eleni rolled her eyes but resigned herself to her fate. It wasn't like she was seeing anyone special at college.
"So spill it, Mom. Whom have you been conspiring with?"
"I can't tell you. It's a surprise," she said matter-of-factly.
"God, Mom! This isn't funny! Can you at least give me hint?"
Her mother's face lit up like it was the best idea she had heard in weeks.
"A hint! I never thought of that! I could give you a hint! Then if you guess, I could tell you if you were right! God, I wish I had thought of that before! I've been so excited about tonight and I wanted to tell you but I just couldn't. But if you guess, I haven't told you!"
Her mother was acting so strangely. What was wrong with her? She just stood there grinning at her daugter.
"Um, oookaaay... give me a hint then," Eleni prompted.
"Oh, yeah, right," said her mother, "Well, he's really cute and really nice and he is sooooo sexy. He's just absolutely perfect for you!"
"Um... o.k..." Eleni said, "That doesn't really tell me a lot, now, does it Mama. Where did you meet him?"
"Oh, I hardly remember," her mother said, "We've known him for years. I just hadn't realized until this week that he's all grown up now!"
"So I already know this guy?"
Her mother rolled her eyes like Eleni was the one acting crazy.
"Of course you do, sweetie! He's only been our neighbor for like twelve years! How's that for a hint!"
"Our neighbor? Huh... It's not Scott Wolstenholme is it? I thought he moved to Florida."
"Oh God no!" said Mrs. Kartsonis. "Much nicer than him! He really likes you! He used to always try and peek through your bedroom window!"
Eleni stared at her mother with unbelieving horror.
"Oh my fucking god!" she exclaimed, shocked and appalled.
"Language, young lady!" her mother reprimanded.
"You... you want me to go out with Jeremy? The creepy little kid next door? He's coming here now? God, mother, what's wrong with you!"
"There's nothing wrong with me!" her mother declared, anger flaring. "What's wrong with you? I told you, he's all grown up now and he's handsome and nice and sexy! Any mother would love to have him do her daughter! This is the best thing that ever happened to us and now you want to go ruining it by being a little bitch! Now you go to your room right now and dress nice! Jeremy will be here in less than an hour!"
"I will not!" Eleni protested. "There's no way in hell I'm going to have dinner with that little creep!"
"You will so! You'll dress for dinner and you'll be polite and pleasant or you can get out of this house and forget about my paying your tuition next semester!"
"You... you... Mother, you're crazy!"
"I may be crazy, but at least I know a good man when I find one! Now go get dressed right now young lady!"
Eleni stood dumbfounded, trembling and staring at her mother who resolutely directed her to her bedroom with a finger. As she always did in any conflict with her mother, Eleni's resolve crumbled and she turned and stomped off to her bedroom.
Eleni fumed. She couldn't believe this! Her mother actually thought she should date the creepy little kid who had been trying to peek through her bedroom window since she had hit puberty! Even if he wasn't three years younger than she and a pervert, he was still geeky, gawky, and scrawny looking. What could possibly possess her mother to think she would be interested in him?
But somehow her mom seemed to think her dating a geeky high school senior was the greatest thing that could ever happen. Hell, it seemed she wanted to trot her out before him like she was some kind of whore! Had she really said she would be proud to have Jeremy 'do' her? No, she must have misheard. Her mother couldn't be that insane, could she?
Well, damned if Eleni was going to play this game. She would eat dinner with them--it wasn't worth fighting her mother over something once her temper was up. But she would not wear her blue satin gown so that Jeremy could ogle her tits all through dinner! She would put on a dress to avoid an argument, but it would be the one she had worn to her grandmother's funeral: gray and chaste. She tied her black curls back in a tight pony tail and practiced looking annoyed and disgusted in the mirror to make sure Jeremy got the message even if her mother was determined not to. She had come up with some truly deadly expressions before 5:00, along with half a dozen irrational theories on what had driven her mother mad.
There was a knock at the front door. Eleni stormed out of her room and threw it open. There was Jeremy, the creepy little bastard, smiling like he was the king of the world and wearing a weird wire contraption on his head. He smiled all the wider when he saw Eleni.
Eleni didn't smile.
"What the fuck did you do to my mother?" she demanded. "Huh? Are you blackmailing her? You're a sick, creepy little bastard and..."
Eleni suddenly felt dizzy and disoriented. Jeremy continued to smile.
"And I'm not, not under any circumstances... Um... I'm not going to... um..."
"I'm so sorry, Jeremy," her mother was saying, elbowing her way between them wearing a orange halter top and a white miniskirt, "I don't know what's gotten into her! She's just so angry!"
Angry? She wasn't angry, was she? It was so hard to think... She had been angry but... why?
"It's all right, Mama," Eleni said, blinking. "I... I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me. I'm feeling a little dizzy. I think it was very nice of you to invite Jeremy over for dinner, Mother. Please, Jeremy, come in."
The young man entered, smiling at mother and daughter. Gosh he has a nice smile thought Eleni as the walls seemed to wobble. He was so cute! Eleni didn't realize how handsome he had become. Her mother had tried to warn her to dress sexy but she hadn't listened! Damn, how could she have been so foolish? There was Jeremy, the most gorgeous, sexy guy she had ever met, checking her out and she was in a freaking funeral dress!
"Um, I'm sorry-I'm not dressed appropriately. I'll be right back."
"That's O.K., Sweetie," said her mother. "I can keep Jeremy company while we wait. Take your time."
Eleni rushed off to change. The blue dress. Yes, mother had been right. Thank god she had suggested it! Eleni was in such a state over her faux pas she couldn't have decided what to wear!
.... There is more of this story ...