The Temporary Husband
“Though you’d be the first one with lies about Izzy, he was never close to any girl long enough for them to get the idea.”
“That’s cause he’s a fucking fag–”
His mother wastes no time drawing her hand back and smacking her straight in the face, the sound echoing.
“You’ll rue the day you came up with this half brain idea of yours, even more so the words you let slip.”
To me, she goes,
“This woman, you have no relations–”
“I love Izzy.” I say quickly.
She finally gives a smile, it’s not the same as the one she gave when she was in her work mode. I realize this, however calculated, is her mother mode.