Summer, 1983 (I'll call you by mine)

Ghosts of the past.

Standing in front of him was the woman who gave birth to him, loved him and cared for him. Judith Adler has always been an elegant and régal woman. His entire life he had never seen her without makeup, her hair was always perfect and she was always dressed in the best money could buy. And as she stood there he noticed that she hadn't changed, literally she hadn't changed in fifteen years. At 75 she barely had a wrinkle, he guessed it was the upside of being married to her second husband a doctor. She had married him less than two years after his father's death. Her bottle blonde hair wasn't out of place, she seemed only slightly shorter since the last time he saw her. He had learned from a young age that his mother was about perfection and according to her, he and his sister was just that. He was her duplicate and his masculine features made him perfection.

"Oliver, are you just going to let me stand here in this chilly climate?" She asked in a sharp tone, she hadn't lost that New England lilt. He emerged from his train of thought.

"Mother, what are you doing here?" He asked standing straighter.

"If you let me come in I will tell you."

He looked her up and down, he slowly stepped to the side. Her high heels clicked on the marble floor. When he started hobbling in front of her, he saw she wanted to ask but didn't. She instead straightened out her dress

"Sit in here while I go get dressed. I'll just be a minute." He has escorted her to the living room. She looked around as he went up the stairs. Everything was immaculate, but there were things out of place in the elaborate Villa. There where children movies and toys by the television. Who had children?

"Elio! Elio! Wake up!" Oliver said throwing his robe at Elios side of the bed. He hit nothing because Elio wasn't there he had already gotten out of bed, taken a shower and was now getting dressed. He poked his head out of the closet as he was putting on a black T-shirt.

"What do you want?" He said smiling, he saw the complete dread and panic on Oliver's face.

"My fucking Mother is downstairs, right now, as we speak!" He said fisting his hands into his hair.

"You're fucking with me right?"

"No! She is down in the living room!"

"What does she want?" Elio was trying to be calm as Oliver looked like he was going to curl up into a ball.

"If I knew that Elio I would have told you!" He said in a sharp tone.

"Hey now don't get snippy with me, I'm just asking you a question."

"I'm sorry love it's just the last time I saw her it didn't go well at all. Which is why I'm so fucking confused as to why she's here!" Oliver flopped back into the chair that he thankfully knew exactly where it was.

"I know you told me but let's get you dressed. Uh, fuck! You can't wear pants! Or do you want me to cut the leg of a pair of your jeans?"

"Don't you dare cut any of my pants!" Oliver shot up out of the chair. "Sorry, just give me a pair of khaki shorts, please."

Elio ran back into the closet rushing to Oliver's side, he rushed back out holding a white cashmere sweater and a black pair of khakis.

"I think this will work, I mean after 15 years she saw you for the first time in your bathrobe so this is an upgrade."If looks could kill, Elio would have been on the floor. "Sorry, not a good time to make a joke."

Annella strolled into the kitchen, she had spent the morning cleaning up around the orchard before walking in the house she tried shaking the dirt off of her clothes and gardening apron. Needing to warm up she spotted a cup of still steaming coffee on the counter, it was in Olivers Worlds Greatest Bubbeh mug. She knew the coffee was ready but Oliver never left his coffee unattended. She picked it up and walked into the living room.