Tommy and Catalina...
"Should I call you a therapist?" Catalina asked kindly as Tommy stared at her in aghast amusement while she wrung her hands unceremoniously in front of her. Tom laughed.
I'm sorry, can you repeat that, mere?" Tommy asked as he leaned casually against the fireplace that made up most of the entire side of the room. Catalina rolled her eyes.
"Put it this way, Son. I am trying to figure out if you did exactly what I think you did last night, and if you did, then I'm trying to decide if you are absolutely out of your mind." Catalina remarked as Tommy narrowed his eyes. She may be his mother, but she was beginning to step on unfamiliar hallowed ground. And can anyone tell us what hallowed means? It means sacred—that customary piece of territory that belonged only to him. Tom shrugged.
"Are you wanting me to confess something here? Because, seriously if your asking if we did the dance of love, the horizontal tango, the busy communal practice of the birds and their friends the bees…hmmm…maybe the libido limbo, sexobatics, intercourse..hell we'll just go for plain old sex here for two hundred points then yes, mere, I did all of the above and more. Now which category would you like to select for a thousand?" Tom asked Catalina as she stared at him in shock—amazed at his capacity to be blunt about the whole situation.
"She's seventeen!" Catalina whispered harshly—glancing over her shoulder as if she were afraid the statement would have the local police department swarming the place by noon. Tom chuckled.
"You don't say?" He whispered back in a conspiratory tone as Catalina's face turned red at the mockery. She was still his mother god dammit! Tom shook his head.
"Wasn't it you that told me to look for 'love right in front of my face?" Tommy asked quietly as Catalina swore—saying words in Italian that even had Tommy's brows rising to the top of his head. Alrighty then!
"I said in front of your face, Thomas, not inside your pants." Catalina commented dryly as Tommy laughed in shocked incredulity. And Catalina wondered where he got his bluntness from? One guess where. Tom pushed away from the wall.
"I'd say this family reunion is over. I'll be heading back to Toronto as soon as humanly possible." Tommy announced as he headed back toward the kitchen only to stop when his mother suddenly stepped in front of his path. Her expression was grave now—maybe even a little startled as she stared up at him intently.
"I have a plane ticket to Greece that says you don't love her." Catalina murmured as Tommy looked down at her now with a look that could turn coal into diamonds. She couldn't be serious.
"I don't want it." Tommy replied simply as he pushed past her again. Catalina stepped back.
"You've always wanted to know where he was, Thomas. Who he was even. Are you willing to give that up now?" Catalina asked slowly in a strangled tone as she stood there hesitantly. It wasn't that she was a bad person, she just didn't want to see her son make a mistake—didn't want to see him fall in love with a girl still in her teens.
"Why, mere? Because you don't have the balls to tell the rest of the family that the reason I changed my last name is because I have a different father from the rest of them—that I chose that name because it belongs to the man that really donated you that sperm. Let me ask you, Mere, what would you call that again?" Tommy asked as Catalina froze. He was right.
"He was a mistake, Tom." She whispered as he clenched his jaw together before whirling around and picking up a vase near the couch—hurling it into the fireplace as he stormed over to her again.
"Then what does that make me?" Tom asked as the door between the kitchen and the living room swung open suddenly to reveal the startled expressions of those standing on the other side. Catalina blanched. What had she done?
A/N: Hmmm…I was wondering if anyone noticed that Tommy's name was different from his family's. Hmmmm….