S U I T S (#2)

13// formalities

13// formalities

To entertain the mother
of one's—what? Boyfriend?—was Grayson my boyfriend?—
was indeed an awkward task
that requires one to be dressed first
and have eloquence
and stature

And I had none

"I'm sorry for my appearance. he didn't mention you were coming"
I struck up conversation
as best as I could while making a pot of tea
Mrs Grayson didn't like coffee

"Oh dear, don't worry about me. I'm so glad that Grayson has finally settled down"
a muscle jumped in my cheek
and my heart jittered
like it would fly away

A clinking of keys came from the front door
I had no time to do anything but turn around
and Grayson entered
at first smiling like he always did
and then his eyes landed on his mother
sitting on the couch

My throat constricted when his gaze
wandered to me
and his smile disappeared