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“Myra, stop staring. They will come in when they want to.”

“I am just looking out of my window into my driveway. Can’t I do that?”

John shrugged and continued reading his newspapers. That’s what he always does. John shrugs, and has me taking care of everything.

“What are they doing?” I mumbled to myself. “Who just sits in someone’s driveway for so long?”

Maybe she is complaining about something. Maybe she didn’t even want to come here, but my son knows how you’re supposed to treat your parents – and he is trying his best.

He is always trying his best. My Leon would never disrespect me with something like that. He would never choose a girl I wouldn’t like.

I never had to put pressure on him for anything – he just always knew what to say and do. Even in kindergarten, everyone wanted to be friends with him.

I wiped a tear from my cheek – I just can’t believe he has a job, an apartment. And now he is bringing her to this house.

“What if she is like that girl, Stacy?” I asked, looking at John. “She was a wreck.”  

“Stella was very nice, Myra.”

“Stella, whatever. Of course you would think she’s nice. It’s the short skirts, girls these days just love looking desperate. My poor Leon wasn’t thinking properly. How could he, he was a teenager.”

“I think she wore pants most of the time.”

“What would you know, anyway?”

I looked out the window once more and gasped.

“They got out of the car! John, stop reading. They’re coming over.”

A long, black dress. It is better than that girl Stacy. But, she is a pretty girl, she should wear some color.

Eliza did say sons tend to replace their mothers with their girlfriends. She does have two sons, but only one daughter-in-law is actually nice. I wonder how she got the nice one, girls like that are rare these days. She cooks and cleans for her. And she makes her tea in the afternoon.

I should call Eliza after this.

The doorbell rang.

Let’s see just how she’ll try to replace me.

“Mom, this is Christine, my fiancée.”

“Oh, hi, darling! You look so pretty! Come in, come in, it is freezing outside!”