Part XXVI - "Why Is Her Father Standing on The Porch Like That?"
We pulled up and I started to get out of the car when I noticed the front door opening and her father stepping out, silhouetted by the soft iridescence of antique lamp-light.
Uh oh.
He was in his late 40's or so, and a bit on the portly side. Hmm, yeah, I could take him. I'm young and fast. And weasly. I could tire him out and then the fight would be cake. Emily would be a different matter entirely though. I would have to let her throw the first punch probably.
"
OUR MOTHER CALLED. SHE WANTS YOU TO CALL HER AS SOON AS POSSIBLE."
God bless mothers. I've been 8 time zones and an ocean away and my mother has sent my most favorite flavor of cookies in the mail with perfect timing, to arrive at the end of a hard day. I've been 1200 miles cross-country and she FedEx'ed me my social security card "Just in case you need it"...two days before I got my first job, without her knowledge. And now, as the bachelor son living farthest away from home, she likes to visit me (tonight) and clean my apartment, go grocery shopping for me, and try to hook me up with her friend's daughters.
:/
Well okay, mothers are MOSTLY great. But holy hallelujah, she had impeccable timing with this one. It turns out that I hadn't told her that I was planning to go directly from work to pick up Emily, so my mother began worrying when she didn't hear from me, and had called Emily's home to see if I was okay. 3 times. I personally never worry about anything, because my mom worries enough for the two of us.
"Oh darn, I'd better get home quick then, huh."
Her father had stepped back inside after delivering his message, so this was directed at Emily. I walked around, got her door, and we headed up the walk, preparing for...
THE FINAL CONFRONTATION!!!
