The Cold Shoulder

It was Friday evening and outside the sun was setting. He was sitting on the sofa and the phone was beside him on speaker. He had decided to call this time instead of doing the usual ZOOM call. Usually, his mother answered the phone but this time, his father did.

“Hi, Dad.”

“Hi, Jason.”

“How are you?”

“Fine. Fine. How are you?”

“I’m fine. Isn’t Ma home?”

“Yes, she is.”

“How’s she?”


“Is she still upset with me?”

“Do you want to talk to her?”


“All right. I’ll go and get her. Hold on.”

There was the sound of retreating footsteps then muffled voices in the background. Footsteps and then, his father’s voice. “Sorry, Jason, but your mother can’t come to the phone right now. She’s busy with her shriveled succulents.”

“Shriveled succulents?”

“Her plants.  Their leaves are shriveled.  Either they got too much water or not enough.  She’s trying to figure out what the problem is.”

“She doesn’t want to talk to me, does she?”

“I’m afraid not, Son.”

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“I think she’s been unreasonable.”

“So do I but, as far as she’s concerned, I’ve done a terrible thing.  I’ve fallen for a Kenyan woman.”

“What’s so terrible about that?”

“For Ma, it’s her worst nightmare.”

“No. I think her worst nightmare would be if something happened to you and she never gets the chance to make up for the way she’s treating you now.”

“Maybe she will come around. Please give her my love.”

“I will. Take care of yourself, Son.”

“Thanks, Dad. Will call you again next week Saturday.”

“All right. Goodbye, Jason.”

“Goodbye, Dad.” He ended the call.

The doorbell rang. He set the glass down on the table and got up. It was Karine. After smoothing his hair down, he opened the door, very pleased to see her. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she said.

He lowered his head and kissed her and then taking her by the hand, he pulled her inside. After closing the door, he turned to face her. “I’m so happy you stopped by.”

“I was going to come by later but I couldn’t wait to see you.”

“You look beautiful,” he said, his eyes drinking in every delectable inch of her. She looked amazing in the halter dress which hugged her incredible body. He wanted her so much that he could almost taste it. Easy, Romeo, he chided himself.

“Thank you.”

“I just got off the phone with my father.”

“How is he?”

“He’s fine.”

“And your mother?”

“She’s still giving me the cold shoulder.”

“Do you think she will ever accept me?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

“I’m sorry to be causing a rift between you.”

“It isn’t your fault. It’s nobody’s fault. So what if I fell in love with you instead of an Asian woman?”

“You’re in love with me?”

“Yes. Madly and deeply.”

“Oh, Jason. I’m so relieved to know that because I’m madly and deeply in love with you too.”

Groaning, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her roughly against him. He kissed her hungrily and she responded, clinging to his shoulders. For several minutes, they exchanged wild kisses and then, he picked her up. She kicked off her shoes and put her arms around his neck as he carried her to his bedroom.

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