One night changed everything for a mother and her son

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One night changed everything for a mother and her son

April 2003

Evelyn Harper wouldn’t normally drink scotch, but tonight was an exception. The bottle, a single malt, was already set at the wet bar, accompanied by two simple lowball glasses. Ice was at the ready, though not required. It mellowed the experience, and something that she had learned was that even the most peaty spirits were best tackled in small sips. It let your palate adjust, slowly. Eventually it leads to a more pleasurable experience, but always best performed one sip at a time.

Looking around the room, her lips moved, speaking in less than a whisper as she inventoried the scene, taking stock of the cozy den. She would sit in the tufted chaise lounge, while he likely would reside on the armchair beside it. He would keep his drink in his left hand, closer to the coaster, which would keep his attention fixed on her. There was just something special about the way he looked at her that sent her heart fluttering and this should maximize that outcome.

As she walked about, she stopped for a moment at the bar catching her reflection in the wood-framed standing mirror. She smiled, noting the results of the last few days of pampering. Her blonde hair recently trimmed and styled to hang layered and just below her shoulders. The spa treatment had put her so at ease, skin still soft and tight, eyebrows expertly trimmed. She opted for a very light and natural approach to her makeup tonight and was pleased with the results. She looked regal, sophisticated, and dare she say; sexy.

Stepping back, she noted her attire, adjusting her pose to see herself from as many angles as possible. Her top fit perfectly, a white sleeveless button-up blouse, top two buttons undone. As she pushed out her chest, the buttons stressed to hold her bust, just barely hinting at the black bra beneath. As she looked lower, she focused on the black pencil skirt. It hugged her hips, the bottom hem sitting six inches above her knees. Turning around, she smiled seeing how it accentuated her backside. She smoothed out the pleating, picking a strand of lint off her rump before looking down to her feet where she wore two black pumps, or as she called it, her “lucky pair.” Everything was perfect, and according to the grandfather clock in the corner, she still had ten minutes to spare.

Evelyn closed her eyes and took a deep breath, counting to twenty while inhaling and another twenty to let the air back out. Calm. Collected. She opened her eyes, slowly, making eye contact with her reflection in the mirror. The woman before her looked ready. With another deep breath, she nodded her head and relaxed.

A sudden yet soft tap on the window perked her ears. Driven by curiosity, she approached the diamond-grilled windows that overlooked the outside courtyard. The patio lights were still off, so there wasn’t any motion. But what was that-

Another soft tap, this time right in front of her eyes. On the glass, perfectly between the diamond muntin bars was a single spec of water. Then another, and another. Within moments a soft pitter-patter could be heard as drops of rain began to sprinkle across the panes of glass.

What started as a light sprinkle quickly evolved into a downpour. Out in the streets, people ran down the sidewalk, some laughing, some grumbling as they passed the multiple stoops of the crowded brownstone townhouses. The few cars out on the narrow roadways found themselves navigating flooded streets and bike lanes due to the overwhelmed storm drains. Many failed to slow down or neglected it altogether, and sent large waves of water spraying on the bystanders that happened to be near.

“Come on, man!” Aiden yelled as he stood on the sidewalk watching the car continue on its path, seemingly oblivious or non-apologetic to the deluge it sprayed upon him.

It was insult added to injury. Already soaked, Aiden turned, adjusted his backpack on his shoulders, and carried his bicycle up the steps to a dark blue door.

“Mom! Hello!” he called out as he entered, dripping. Immediately he found a pile of towels in the entryway.

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