Love By Touch

Chapter Two

Eccentric, Nosy and Hard to Forgive?

First Person of Kasia Durban

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“Um Ma, how did you know that I got a job at Dinner and a Show?” I questioned.

“Oh you know, I have connections around town,” she winked, and I gave her a serious look, “alright, alright I read it on their website.  It was welcoming the two new incoming dancers to the lineup.”

So my mom wasn’t psychic. Just intuitive she knew I’d wanted to get a job there and she’d also known about the bulletin board on the site so she checked it constantly to see if my name appeared; a little obsessive but certainly not psychic.  My mom was just special in her own super weird way.

“Oh great!  So now the whole family knows,” my face reddened.

As if my mom wasn’t bad enough a whole family of Mallins (Ma’s maiden name) were in California.  Bringing them into one room would unleash enough embarrassment for two millennia.

“Naturally, and they all want to come see you this Saturday,” she grinned.

Great!  The torture never ends in this family.

“But Ma they live in California.  And how did you know I’m performing this Saturday?” I questioned warily.

“Your friend Lisa lives in Cali as well but she’s making her way here too.  Why can’t your family do the same?”

“How long were you standing outside this door?” I asked exasperated.

My mother was the strangest person I knew.  Why would she stand outside my door and not knock to be let in?  Apparently she’d rather put her head against the door and listen in to my phone calls.

“Well long enough to know you have a problem dancing with another guy.  Kasia I know you’re good, sweetheart, but you can’t hog the spotlight all the time.”

So basically my mom is accusing me of being a self-absorbed diva who can’t share her minute of fame for anything.  Well I may have to use that as my cover story but the real reason was way more complex.

“Ma that’s not the issue and…why were you standing outside my door for hours?  Well more actually if you count the doorbell and phone ringing charade, which I do.”

“I was listening in.”

“You mean eavesdropping,” I frowned at her.

“There’s nothing wrong with it the CIA do it all the time.  They monitor phone calls and plant cameras in people’s houses.”

“First off that’s only for people suspected of a crime.  Secondly I expect some privacy and some respect especially from you my own god damn mother.  And lastly you are not in the CIA!”

“I like the rage,” she smiled, “the cursing is new.  It fits you, keep it coming. “

“Ugh!  Serenity now,” I placed my arms on my head trying to keep from exploding in rage.

She smiled, “I know but at least I am somewhat more entertaining than those bland moms who bake cookies and clean.”

“You know that is what a mother is supposed to do.”

She stuck her tongue out at me.

“So anyway back to the issue why won’t you dance with this guy?  Is he short?  Ugly?  Oh, I know.  He wears short shorts.”

I looked at my mother blandly, “No I haven’t even met him yet.”

“Then how can you make judgments chickadee,” she grinned putting her feet up on my coffee table.