Her mother hadn’t a clue. It was just an invite, after all, for dinner. She regularly asked her mother around for dinner, so why would it be any different this time?
But it was.
Her mother knew I would be there. But there was nothing much different in that either, since we had met aÂ couple of times before, and had eaten meals together in the past. So, nothing different in that.
But there was.
We stoodÂ chatting as she prepared the mealÂ before her mother arrived. We both knew my part in the arrangement, although we didn’t discuss it. It lay between us as aÂ tacit arrangement.
Her mother arrived, full of chat. We exchanged greetings, and talked as women do about many things.
The meal was served, the wine flowed, and the chat continued. I wasn’t nervous, I’d done it before. But notÂ beforeÂ in this particular way……
And I felt that warmth in me, that I sometimes get when I get the chance to see what I saw then.
It’s better than winning the lottery for me, to see that.