Lydia's mum: ¿Dónde has estado? (Where have you been?)
Shit. I would've thought her and my stepdad would've gone to bed by now.
Lydia: At my friend Marlene's! Sorry I didn't text!
I pull Marlene out of the shadows by her hand, before realising I shouldn't be holding her hand and letting go. But it's too late, my mum's already seen it.
Lydia's mum: Hello Marlene! I've heard a lot about you! Come in!
Great.
We enter the house and Marlene is introducing herself to my mum, clearly doing very well at it. It's easy to get along with parents when you're older than them. I keep forgetting about that.
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Now that I'm not a relevant person in the conversation, I can finally take the time to admire Marlene like she absolutely should be. She's regal, bedazzled in wisdom and sophistication. She's pretty tall and my mum is pretty short, the height difference feels astounding. She catches your attention in any room she's in like the gift that keeps on giving. She's truly perfect, from the perfect curls in her hair to her flawlessly coloured lips, when it's mum's turn talking Marlene's lips seem to pose in the in the most perfect way. Perfect. Perfect perfect perfect. I have nothing more to say. Except for something that I maybe shouldn't, that maybe I feel the desire to see her messed up and dishevelled. Maybe.
Marlene says her goodbyes and leaves, giving me one last knowing look that makes me feel warm inside. I wonder if she gets that, since she's like cold. How did I score such an 11 man it's crazy.
When Marlene closes the door my mum also gives me a knowing look, but this one is much more embarrassing.
Lydia: No es nada mum. Lydia's mum: Lo que digas, mi amor. (Whatever you say my love)
