Wildflowers

Chapter 63

Chapter: 63

I get home and I grab some chicken, rice and different veggies and I start on dinner. My mom rings the bell and I yell for her to come in. She walks in carrying a painting in a cream sheet. She's wearing white pants, a navy tank top and some white sandals. 'Hey, honey' she says and I turn the heat off on the stove.

'Hey, need help?' I ask her and she shakes her head.

'No, but this is for you. Happy graduation, sweetheart' she says giving me a hug.

I take the sheet off and it's a stunning Franz Klein painting. It's an orange and teal square with a black stripe in the middle 'Mom, it's gorgeous but it's too much' I say knowing it's an expensive piece.

'My parents gave me my first piece of art when I moved out and I want to do the same. It will look amazing here in the dining room. I thought you could save it and give it your children' she says and I give her a hug.

'I love it. The colors are perfect' I say leaning against the wall.

'I though so too, Patrick can hang it up right?' She asks and I giggle.

'Yeah, I think so if not I can give it a go. I'm making chicken with rice and roasted veggies. They should be almost done' I say opening the oven and putting on oven mitt and taking out the pan.

'Looks good, got any wine?' My mom asks me and I nod. 'Yeah, help yourself. There's white in the fridge and red on the bar cart with the glasses.' I say plating the dinner I just made.

My mom grabs the white from the fridge and two glasses. She opens the bottle and pours us come.

'Inside or outside?' I ask her and she shrugs.

'Outside, it's gorgeous out' she says opening the sliding door.

Jack follows her outside and I grab the plates. We sit down at the table and I take a sip of the wine and so does my mom. 'Good wine' she says.

'I'm glad you approve, I just picked up the Betty Crocker recipe box today so next time we will have something more creative.' I say.

She laughs. 'This is delicious, honey. You will get the hang of cooking with time' she says.

We finish dinner and I put the plates in the sink and I grab the bottle of wine, a glass ash tray and my pack of cigarettes.

I offer my mom one and she takes one.

'You know I don't smoke at home, but I guess this is your home so it's fine' she jokes and I laugh and I light mine.

She refills our glasses and we just sit and talk. It was nice to just hang out with my mom talking about adult things like wine and art. We have always been close but it seems as I have gotten older we have really became friends.

'Honey, you wouldn't happen to have weed would you?' My mom asks and I stare at her, in shock.

'Is this a trick question?' I ask her.

She laughs 'No, I smoke with some of my friends and I just thought it would be fun' she says taking a sip of her wine.

'If this is a trap I swear' I say getting up and she laughs.

I walk inside the house and I go over to the book shelf and I grab Patrick's wooden drag box. There is a variety of drugs in there he got in San Francisco including two vials of coke, a few tabs of acid and a 4 bags of weed. I grab one of the bags and the rolling papers and I close the box and put it back on the shelf.

I walk back outside and I sit back down.

I roll a joint 'You do that so well' she jokes and I giggle 'Patrick taught me, we don't smoke that often only on the weekends cause we're both so busy' I say lighting the joint and then handing to my mom.