“Quick question and I want a quick answer. Seeing you brought me up, why the hell aren't you seeing anyone Paul?" “Oh, come on, Mom." He rolled his eyes, “I'm busy, school work."

“And you're twenty and good looking and a good kid, you never were without a girl before. You never even said what happened with Jen

“Maybe it was all the shit with dad, I think she got tired of waiting for me to come around." He said, “But whatever, that's the past."

“The present?"

Paul put his hand on the doorknob, but then sighed, “Okay, look, there might be someone, But right now I'm interested, not sure she is so what's worth talking about?"

“Why didn't you mention her?" “I did the other night, remember, miss maybe not so sweet?" “Oh, who is she?"

“Someone, okay? And she's older, a lot older and I know you won't Like that so no sense in having the fight if nothing's there."

‘Um, how old?"

He hesitated, then with a look of resignation said, “About your age." "Oh." That seemed to make sense.

“Paul, how could that work?" “Doesn't have to be marriage." He grinned.

“Okay. Who was I to talk about meaningless sex?

“But I'd like it to be something, we'll see."

“You make a move, let her know?"

“Its complicated."

“Tell me she's not married."

“No. he shook his head, “Husband's long gone."

“Then make your play, Paul, people aren't mind readers."

“Not that easy and," He paused and pursed his lips in thought, “I think things are picking up, I'm getting close to knowing if there's something there."

“okay, well thank you for telling me." I wanted to leave it at that, but had to go back into mother mode.

“But if you do get something going, I want to meet her. I don't want some cougar screwing with my kid's head." “That's no problem, I think you'll like her, you guys have a lot in common. Gotta jet!" He left the house and turning to the counter to make a cup of coffee I mulled over what he'd said.

Older woman, maybe he did have a slight mommy complex, but wasn't Looking at his mommy. That would be a natural extension of having a close bond with a mother and wanting a woman Like her.

As I picked a flavor to put into the Kuerig, my final thought on it was I hoped to hell she had nothing in common with me.

The cell ringing brought me out of a sound sleep and sitting up on the couch, I grabbed it, wishing I'd thought to shut it off. I saw it was Dan and thought about ignoring him. I had no intentions of doing any other shoots at the moment, except the one scheduled with Malcolm.

But knowing him he would call back and a quick glance at the clock told me I'd been sleeping for close to three hours so may as well get up.

“Hey, Dan." “Hey, Mary, how's things?"