(Note—I didn't know if Mia's mom never took Mr. G's last name, because I didn't have the book w/ me, so I kinda just made a guess. Thanks for telling me, so now she can be Ms. T!! :-D)
By the way, this chapter is super short, but I was having a problem, I hate confrontation and I hate it when your parents think that every single reference to a guy is taboo. Ugh!
Mia's mom stood up and went into her studio two hours later. Mr. G and Mia were left at the table staring at the breakfast dishes.
"I'm sorry you had to go through all that Mia." Mr. G patted her hand.
"It's okay; she's just worried I guess." Mia said, watching her mom as she started to move around her studio.
Mia's mother had gone from hesitant mother ("I don't want to lose my baby."), to annoying mother ("Make sure you call me every week, no, every few days, no..."), to scary, boy-that-my-daughter-is-going-to-live-with attacker ("If Michael Moscovitz lays so much as a finger on you, I'll send Frank over to New York and he'll be the crap out of that boy!"). Mia didn't know what to think. She could tell that Mr. G knew that she wanted to stay in New York—a lot—and had persuaded her mom to let her stay. But Mia was upset at seeing her mom angry and sad.
"She's going to miss you Mia, but she'll be okay." Mr. G said, seeing that Mia looked slightly upset. Mia got up and picked up all of the dishes, taking them over to the dishwasher and stuffing them in.
"I know, I'm going to miss her too, but I'm going to have to move out sometime, and I'd rather be in New York than California any day." Mia brushed a stray piece of hair off her face before turning around and putting her hands on her hips. "And it's not like Michael is some stranger I just met on the street, I've known him since—God, I can't even remember how long I've known him!"
"I know that Mia—your mother knows that—but we still have the reason to worry. People change, circumstances change--" Mr. G paused and he lowered his voice, "—as I'm sure you know very well. Um--You and Michael are together again aren't you?" Mia's eyes grew large. Mr. G smiled and looked at her through the top of his glasses.
"Mr. G, please don't tell anybody, it's a secret, we don't want anyone to know—"Mia begged. Mr. G held up his hands.
"Mia, it's your decision. You're on your own now. By the way, you probably are going to need to get a job so you can pay your rent, buy food, clothes, and whatever else you need. Your mother and I have decided to help you until you get settled, but part of moving out means you need to get a job."
"I know Mr. G. I've been planning too you know." Mia grinned. "Thanks for everything though. I have to go get changed, I'm meeting Lilly in a few minutes. Bye!" She yelled, running into her room. Mr. G sat and watched her run through the house after she'd gotten dressed, thanking him, grabbing her scarf, hat, gloves, coat, and Michael's hat and running out the door. Mr. G just laughed and kept on reading his newspaper.