Is Mr White Mr Right?

By: J A Fielding

“I hope you are staying for dinner,” Estelle said as she took a seat next to Eric. “I am making my famous fried chicken,” she added taking a sip of the lemonade.

“Mmm, I got to make sure I don’t miss that,” Eric said shutting his laptop. He pulled his chair back, grabbed his car keys and began walking towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Estelle asked as he opened the door.

“Work,” he said. “I want to get that chicken hot and fresh and the mere thought is a distraction,” he added closing the door behind him.

“And that’s the boy I raised,” Estelle said feigning sadness. “You have such high hopes as they grow up only to have them crushed,” she added.

“When all they think of is food, what do you expect?” Natasha asked, feigning the same sadness as her nan. Rita laughed as she looked at the two.

“The drama never really dies down in this house, does it?” she asked shifting gazes from Natasha to Estelle. Natasha shook her head.

“Do you expect anything less?” Natasha asked flipping her hair dramatically.

“Speaking of drama,” Estelle started turning her attention to Natasha. “I met Jay’s mother at the farmer’s market.” Rita and Natasha exchanged glances. “She said she will be stopping over later today,” Estelle added holding her glass. Rita looked at her best friend. She could have sworn that she literally saw color drain from Natasha’s face.

“It looks like that later is now,” Rita said as they all looked at the old sedan pulling up in the driveway. Natasha felt herself panic. She had nowhere to run. There was only one way out of this mess and that was through the front door. The same door Jay’s mother, Sherea intended to walk through in the next few seconds. She looked at her nan and sighed. Estelle reached out and gave her now cold hand a little squeeze. Natasha had always been free with her. She knew when she and Jay began dating, when they started having issues and eventually when they broke up. She even knew the reason why their relationship hit the rocks. Actually, the whole town knew why. The only person who never understood Jay was Sherea. To her, she had raised the perfect son. The responsible son rather than the lying, irresponsible bastard he truly was.

“Hellur,” they heard the all too familiar tone of Sherea’s voice at the doorway. They all looked more like zombies, standing rooted to the ground rather than the welcoming house guests they should have been.

“Hey, Sherea,” Estelle said with her usual charm. Natasha had always wondered how her nan managed to remain charming even when she was obviously agitated.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” Sherea said to Natasha. “Come and give your future mother-in-law a hug,” she chimed. Natasha looked at Rita who was trying hard not burst out laughing. Estelle gave her nudge causing her to involuntarily walk towards their house guest. “You are still losing weight,” Sherea said as she embraced Natasha. “Maybe after the wedding we can get some meat on these bones,” she said laughing.

“After the wedding?” Rita asked looking directly at Sherea.

“Oh yeah,” Sherea said walking towards the kitchen table. “We know how ya’ll girls like looking nice and skinny in them Vera Lang wedding dresses,” she added as she pulled out a chair.

“You mean Vera Wang,” Rita corrected.

“Whatever, Lang, Wang they all Chinese anyway,” Sherea said throwing her arms up. Estelle smiled. Sherea never accepted she was on the wrong. Ever. Even if she drove the wrong direction in a one way street, she’ d still manage to get out of the situation without a ticket thanks to her argumentative nature.

“Well, nice to see you,” Natasha said as she walked back to the kitchen. “But, we were just leaving,” she said taking Rita’s hand.

“Where to?” Sherea asked as she helped herself to some lemonade. She won’t even ask if the glass is clean, Natasha thought as she looked at Sherea in disgust. “You do know that it’s not everyday you get to sit down with your future in-laws in a friendly setting,” she said lightly. Oh this has got to stop. Jay owes me big time, she thought again as she cursed Jay for not telling Sherea about the break up. Natasha wanted to scream 0or even better, drop dead right where she stood. She sighed and tried to relax. A conversation with Sherea was going to require every last nerve of her sanity.

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