Kevin and Greg
“Greg! You are as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof. She is my mother, for crying out loud, not the Queen of England!” Kevin laughed as he caught Greg around the waist and planted a big one near his eye. Then they both laughed. This was going to be fun. They were driving to Colorado this weekend and work was far away. This was a weekend to just cut loose and enjoy life.
“Well, that is easy enough for you because she is your mother. What if she doesn’t like me? Have you thought of that?” Greg threw a sweater at the suitcase.
“No. Why wouldn’t she like you? Besides I am going to be the one living with you, not her.” He stood behind Greg at the mirror and met his eyes. He smiled. “Damn! Don’t we make a great couple?” Then as an after thought, “ You take the wheel the first hundred and then we will switch. Where are we stopping for breakfast? I am already hungry.”
Greg reached for the keys and picked up the suitcase with the other hand. “You did call her, didn’t you? She does know we are coming?”
“Of course and she is making a big pot of Green Chile for you, white boy! Mom is a great cook!”
Kevin pulled the door shut and heard the lock catch. They hurried down the sidewalk to the drive and the car, ready for a big adventure like the overgrown kids they were.
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