Helena: Hey, sis.

I: Hey. Lookin’ good.

Helena smiles at me.

Helena: Thanks.  I needed to look a little good for the man, right?

I giggle.

Helena: You don’t look bad yourself.

I smile.

I: Thanks.

We walk down the stairs and Mom is waiting for us. She has a grey dress on that is okay for her age of 48. Her light brown hair is just loose and she looks very excited.

I: Mom, you look nice.

She smiles her biggest smile.

Doria: I do?

Helena: You look great, mummy. But can you please promise me to not go acting lovey-dovey with Melvin.

I give my sis a playful slap on her arm. Mom mentions to me its okay.

Doria: I wasn’t planning on doing so. Only a little kiss when I see him. You two can live with that.

She smiles at us.

I: Sure.

Helena: Okay, but please no more?

Doria chuckles at her daughters face.

Doria: Yes, I promise but I will say the same with you and you girlfriend.

Helena her girlfriend is Dusty Perr, when I first met her, I was scared of her. She has like a load of muscles. She looks like she is a boxer or something. She is a little shy but I don’t think she will let people treat her with no respect. I got to talk to her one evening and I like her. She is sweet and I know she loves my sister very much so I’m happy for them. What I forgot to mention, she is 17.

Helena: That’s not the same, I’m young…

Doria smiled: So you are saying I’m old?

Helena: No, It’s just…

Doria: Yeah, yeah. Come on girls, let’s get into the car.

We follow my mom into the black BMW and we drive to the restaurant. Helena and I can sense Mom is nervous and we know it’s better to be quiet when she is like this. We just look at each other and take our cellphones. We begin texting to each other.

I:

Do you know a little about his kids?

Helena:

I know that Elisabeth is getting bullied at school and that Kathy has an amazing voice. Pierre-Jean is tall and handsome. He has a ton of girlfriends.