Twenty-One
I don’t know what I expected walking into Christopher’s parents’ house. Nude art on the wall? Grown folks fornicating in the corners? A s*x swing?
The neighborhood we pulled into could have been my parents’ neighborhood. It was early afternoon and we were stopping by for lunch. Inside the house, there was a riot of colors. Completely unlike my parents’ museum-style house that was shades of beige.
Christopher’s mother came up and hugged me the moment I stepped over the threshold. I couldn’t remember the last time my own mother hugged me.
“You look lovely, Mary Katherine.”
“Thank you, Mrs-”
She shook her head. A tinkle of laughter spilled from her mouth. It was like Christopher’s laugh. “You did tell her this was a house of heathens. It’s just Holly, dear. Come meet the rest
