When Bobby called the next day to set up the details for Saturday, he told me his parents were really looking forward to seeing me…they had always loved me when we had been dating in high school.
My mother, on the other hand, was not thrilled at all to hear that I was going to see Bobby again.
“What does he want, Samantha? I thought you two had broken up. Why does he want to see you again?” she asked sharply when I told her of the lunch meeting with Bobby…and the upcoming party with his family this weekend.
“Mom! We’re just going to a family get-together. We’re not getting married! You know how much his family likes me…”
My mom had always hated the fact that the Flanagan family was so fond of me. I was like another member of their family.
“Just don’t get pregnant!” she yelled and walked out onto our patio and slammed the door shut behind here.
I stared at the closed door, so surprised at her strong reaction. I wondered again why she disliked Bobby so much.
Could it simply be because he was Irish…like my dad? That would have been so stupid. I shook my head. I didn’t want to think about this. Not now.
All I wanted to do right now…was to think about seeing Bobby…in three days.