“Well hello there, young man. You must be Tom. Im Debra, Lucy’s mom.”
I furrowed my brow, “Where’s Lucy?”
“Oh, she’s waiting by the car. You can talk to her if you want. Where’s your mother?”
“Hold on… Mom! Lucy’s mom wants to talk to you.”
“Ok sweetie, hold on.”
With that i slipped out the door past Lucy’s mom and walked up to Lucy, who was leaning against the car.
“Hey there.”
“Hey, Tom… ugh, are our moms talking?”
“Yea…”
She shook her head, “She never trusts anyone… not even her own husband.”
I laughed lightly.
“Im serious, she’s a freaking Nazi.”
“That won’t keep me from you…”
Wow, that was cheesy…
She laughed, seeming to read my mind, “Thanks, Tom…”
We went inside and sat on the couch together. I held her hand soft hand… It was comforting intwined with mine. Her mom left a few minutes later.
“Ok, what do you two want to eat?”
“Pizza” we said in unison.
As my mom started cooking, Lucy touched my arm softly and whispered in my ear.
“Wanna go up to your room?”