Chapter Twenty-One
Putain Se Trouve
Once again, as they usually do in the evening before bed, Georgia and Burgundy were on the couch watching TV. They had nothing better to do but going to bed earlier wasn't it. The fashion show that Elesa usually hosted had ended its season and they were searching for a show that would fill that gap. They had settled on a nature documentary that neither of them was really interested in.
"When am I going to meet your mother?" Burgundy asked.
It took Georgia a second for the question to reach her brain. "…huh?"
"I've just been thinking. You've met my parents, but I've never met yours."
"Well, my dad's dead and my mom is a workaholic."
"My father is a workaholic and you met him."
"She's just really busy."
Georgia knew that this charade would have to end someday, but she didn't want to confront Burgundy with the fact that her mother was a bigoted homophobe. It was never easy, growing up with someone that despised every breath in her being. For as long as Georgia could remember not a single day had passed with either a fight or strained silence. Most of the day that wasn't a problem—Georgia went to school and her mother worked twelve hours most days.
Things got worse when Georgia turned fifteen and she figured out that boys weren't her thing. Somehow her mother found out and the verbal altercations became more and more physical. One day Georgia just had it and ran off after a particularly ugly fight. She found a place in a juvenile shelter and the court emancipated her couple of months after that. Years later she went to a certain restaurant and bagged herself a girlfriend.
Nothing would ever change her life now. Her mother found her one time and that was more than she was comfortable with. She had done a pretty good job keeping it that way, even if it had formed a mountain of fibs. She'll have to figure out what to do next, but she'll cross that bridge when it comes.
"I'm tuckered," Georgia announced, leaving the couch. "Maybe I'll dream of something more interesting."
"Bonne nuit, ma chérie," Burgundy said.
"Right back at ya."