Mike woke up first, and when he noticed Deb was still sleeping like a baby, he decided not to wake her. He put on his dressing-gown, and walked to the door. As he opened it, he heard loud, familiar voices from downstairs, and his eyes widened when he realized who they belonged to.
He hurried out of the bedroom, and downstairs, to find his parents sitting in the living room. “Mom. Dad” he remarked a little stunned. “What are te doing here?”
“That is no way to say hello to your parents, Michael” Mrs. Weston reproached him. “Fortunately your girlfriend is much politer”
“My girlfriend?” Mike frowned, confused. “But…”
“Here’s your coffee, Mr. and Mrs. Weston” Max interrupted Mike as she walked into the living room with a piatto with two cups of coffee, a latte can, and a sugar can. “I can get te a cup, too, if te want” she added, looking at Mike.
“No, I can get it myself, you’re not the maid” Mike responded.
“I would hope not” Mrs. Weston commentato with raised eyebrows. “Mike, while you’re at it, get the lovely lady a cup as well. te need to treat her good. She’s a keeper, I can feel it”
Mike rolled his eyes as he poured two più cups. “She’s not my girlfriend, mom”
“Oh” Mrs. Weston replied sheepish. “Well, that’s a shame. Why the hell not?”
“Because, mom, I already have a girlfriend” Mike explained, and he sipped from his coffee.
“Okay, then explain this to me” Mr. Weston, who hadn’t detto a word until now. “If Maxine is not the maid, then why is she here”
“To keep an eye on Deb” Mike replied short, determined not to go into detail.
“Deb? Is that the dog?” Mrs. Weston asked dryly.
“What? No! She’s my girlfriend” Mike replied angry. Max swallowed. This couldn’t possibly end well.
“I’m going to see if she’s awake” she suggested, just to get out of the awkward zone.
“Don’t let her come in here” Mike urged Max, who nodded.
Mrs. Weston shook her head. “Honestly, Mike, of all the women te could get…Okay, let’s talk about it. What’s the issue? Alcohol? She’s drinking a lot? o maybe she’s just lazy. Is that it?”
“Jean, that’s enough” Mr. Weston interrupted sharply. “You don’t know anything about this woman. She may very well be the best thing that ever happened to Mike”
Mike cast a grateful glance at his father, who gave a nod in response.
Mrs. Weston folded her hands in her lap. “You’re right” she forced a smile. “Let’s start again. What does she do for a living?”
“She’s head of the bureau of special religions” Mike sighed. “Cults…But she’s not working at the moment”
“Oh…Why not?” Mrs. Weston asked sharply, but before Mike could answer, the door opened and Deb appeared in the doorway. “Oh, my” Mrs. Weston sighed sadly, with a look at Deb’s messy hair and bewildered look.
He hurried out of the bedroom, and downstairs, to find his parents sitting in the living room. “Mom. Dad” he remarked a little stunned. “What are te doing here?”
“That is no way to say hello to your parents, Michael” Mrs. Weston reproached him. “Fortunately your girlfriend is much politer”
“My girlfriend?” Mike frowned, confused. “But…”
“Here’s your coffee, Mr. and Mrs. Weston” Max interrupted Mike as she walked into the living room with a piatto with two cups of coffee, a latte can, and a sugar can. “I can get te a cup, too, if te want” she added, looking at Mike.
“No, I can get it myself, you’re not the maid” Mike responded.
“I would hope not” Mrs. Weston commentato with raised eyebrows. “Mike, while you’re at it, get the lovely lady a cup as well. te need to treat her good. She’s a keeper, I can feel it”
Mike rolled his eyes as he poured two più cups. “She’s not my girlfriend, mom”
“Oh” Mrs. Weston replied sheepish. “Well, that’s a shame. Why the hell not?”
“Because, mom, I already have a girlfriend” Mike explained, and he sipped from his coffee.
“Okay, then explain this to me” Mr. Weston, who hadn’t detto a word until now. “If Maxine is not the maid, then why is she here”
“To keep an eye on Deb” Mike replied short, determined not to go into detail.
“Deb? Is that the dog?” Mrs. Weston asked dryly.
“What? No! She’s my girlfriend” Mike replied angry. Max swallowed. This couldn’t possibly end well.
“I’m going to see if she’s awake” she suggested, just to get out of the awkward zone.
“Don’t let her come in here” Mike urged Max, who nodded.
Mrs. Weston shook her head. “Honestly, Mike, of all the women te could get…Okay, let’s talk about it. What’s the issue? Alcohol? She’s drinking a lot? o maybe she’s just lazy. Is that it?”
“Jean, that’s enough” Mr. Weston interrupted sharply. “You don’t know anything about this woman. She may very well be the best thing that ever happened to Mike”
Mike cast a grateful glance at his father, who gave a nod in response.
Mrs. Weston folded her hands in her lap. “You’re right” she forced a smile. “Let’s start again. What does she do for a living?”
“She’s head of the bureau of special religions” Mike sighed. “Cults…But she’s not working at the moment”
“Oh…Why not?” Mrs. Weston asked sharply, but before Mike could answer, the door opened and Deb appeared in the doorway. “Oh, my” Mrs. Weston sighed sadly, with a look at Deb’s messy hair and bewildered look.
