Zach returned home in a cold sweat as soon as he caught a glimpse of his mother, Delilah, perched in front of the computer. She was frowning, her dark eyes so small they formed slits that vanished against her charcoal skin. Her weave was bunched up in a messy ponytail.
“Zach, what is this?” she asked, reading the e-mail.
“Oh… uh… that.”
“Ms.Nasty only told you now.”
“OH yes she did.”
There was an uncomfortable silence.
“Zach,” she turned sighed exasperatedly,”I understand you have your urges, but do you have to go creeping around with this girl? We talked about this. You can bring home any girl and your father and I will accept her, just don’t go creeping around.”
Zach heaved a sigh and sat down on the expensive couch in the corner.
“Well now.” His mother continued,”It says here that the girl’s parents came forward to defend you and clear up what might have been on your record. That was very generous of them, and I want you to write them a thank-you letter. Or maybe even invite them here.”
“I…” Zach scratched the back of his head,”I don’t think that would be a very good idea.”
Delilah leaned foreard,”Why not? Her parents already know, I think they’d want to meet us and know we’re a good family. What kind of girl is this?”
Zach paused,”Huh. Well… uh. She’s athletic. You know, tough. And very smart.”
“Smart is good. It’s important to marry a smart woman.”
Zach flustered at the very thought of marrying Gentry.
“What does she look like?” when Zach hesitated, Delilah specified,”What I mean is, is she pretty?”
“Yeah, she’s REAL pretty.”