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“Almost there,” he states as he pulls into a long private drive.
I pull down the visor mirror and try unsuccessfully to straighten my unruly curls.
“Relax, you’ll like my mom, and she’ll adore you.”
“What’s your mom like?”
“Well, let’s see. She’s still very attractive. Her dark hair has a large streak of gray in the front. She’s had that streak since she was in her early thirties. We keep waiting for the rest of her hair to turn gray, but it hasn’t yet. Lately, she’s been nagging my brothers and me to settle down. That and pickleball is her newest passion. She can talk about pickleball for hours.”
He stops to give it some more thought, “She also loves to read, take pictures, and um... bake. Oh, and don’t let her fool you. She’s a nice lady, but she raised three sons in a family that likes motorcycles. She won’t take crap from anybody.”
He pulls up to a large, sprawling house located on a huge piece of property.
Chase rings the bell and waits for his mom to come to the door.
“Chase! You’re back. I’m so glad you dropped by– Who is this? Oh, I bet you’re his friend Val.” She steps back to let us enter the front door.
The house is big and spacious. The ceilings are high. Sometimes, I forget how well-to-do Chase and his family are until I’m reminded of their wealth, like now. This house has a gorgeous river view you can see through the large windows.
He gives his mother a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“Yes, Mom, I’m back, and you’re right, this is Val.”
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Knight,” I say in greeting.
Chase watches as his mom gives me a big hug and states, “Please call me Bonnie. I’ve heard so much about you. I feel like we’re already friends.”
He gives me a quick thumbs-up before his mother lets me go.
“Come into the kitchen, you two. I just finished pulling some cookies out of the oven.”
“I knew something smelled good. Are they chocolate chip?” Chase asks hopefully.
“Of course. I was hoping you’d stop by to say hello, so I made a few batches,” his mother goes into the kitchen and over to the stove.
“They’re still hot. Have a seat at the counter, and I’ll put some on a plate.”
Chase and I both sit down at the kitchen counter, and we watch as his mother takes cookies right off a cookie sheet and onto a plate. She sets the plate between us.
Chase immediately grabs one up and stuffs it in his mouth.
“Be careful, they’re still hot,” Bonnie warns him.
“Yep, I love ’em when they’re hot,” he states around a mouthful of gooey cookie.
Bonnie just shakes her head at her son, goes to the fridge, and gets out some milk and tea.
“Milk or tea?”
“Iced tea, please.”
Chase doesn’t answer, so I guess he knows she was only asking me.
His mother pours a large glass of milk for Chase and then pours a glass of tea for me and herself. She takes a few sips and then talks to us while she continues to move cookies from the sheets onto a cooling rack.
I glance at Chase with a soft smile because right now, this big, tough guy reminds me of a little boy sitting there drinking a glass of milk and eating cookies that his mother fixed just for him.
“So, how was your trip, Chase?” His mother asks him.
