Audrey and I giggled like a couple of schoolchildren caught by the teacher whispering during class. We quickly adjusted our clothes and looked around for any telltale evidence of our intimacy.
"Do you mind getting the door for her while I finish up in here?" Said Audrey with a smile as she adjusted her hair.
I nodded and made my way to the front door where the loud knocking remained unabated. "Open the door, Mom," shouted Laura from the front porch.
I pulled the door open, and Laura froze, her hand raised to make one more knock. "Where is she?" said Laura, clearly angry.
"Hi, Laura," I smiled, "It's nice to see you too."
"Don't start your bullshit with me, Jessie," she said with a scowl as she brushed past me, literally shouldering me out of the way as she entered.
"Mom?" She called, as she strode purposefully into the house. "Where are you?"
"She's in the kitchen, Laura," I responded calmly. "And there's no need to yell."
She stopped and turned toward me, her eyes calculating. "I'm a bit surprised to see you here, Jessie. Especially after the shit storm of a morning you helped create. Are you still living in my mom's house? I would have thought you'd have found a place of your own by now."
I shrugged, "Mom asked me to stay, and I accepted."
She rolled her eyes, "And tell me this, Jessie," she said, facing me with her hands on her hips, "On what planet is it a good idea for you to take MY mother to Las Vegas for a weekend? That's just so wrong on so many levels I can't even begin to comprehend it."
I shrugged, having no real rebuttal. I mean, she did have a point. However altruistic my intentions may have been at the time, the fact remains that typically sons-in-law do not take their mothers-in-law on weekend getaways.
Laura turned back toward the kitchen as I closed the door. I listened as she entered the kitchen, her voice raised in anger, while Audrey's responses were calm and placating.
I didn't completely re-enter the kitchen, I paused in the doorway and leaned against the frame, just watching. Audrey remained at the kitchen counter, calmly peeling potatoes, cutting them into small wedges, and placing them in a pot of water, while Laura stood behind her with her arms crossed over her chest.
"I just got off the phone with Daddy," said Laura. "And he is EXTREMELY upset. What the hell happened here, Mom? He said you threw him out of the house."
Audrey paused, looking over her shoulder at Laura. "And?" She responded. "Didn't he offer any more information than that?"
Laura paused, seemingly confused by her mother's calm demeanor. "He... said there was some kind of misunderstanding... and that you flew off the handle. I mean SERIOUSLY, Mom... did you really throw his clothes off of the balcony?"
Audrey laughed softly and continued peeling her potatoes, "In the heat of the moment, I guess I did," she responded. "In hindsight, I suppose it now seems kind of childish and petulant. And I suppose I could have handled things more maturely. But, at the time, it just felt really good to do it." She looked back at Laura again, "And, given the same set of circumstances, I would most certainly do it again."
Finished with her potatoes, Audrey took the pot, placed it onto the stove, and turned the burner on.
"What in God's name could he have possibly done to deserve that kind of treatment, Mom? Daddy said it was just a big misunderstanding and that you just wouldn't listen to reason."
"Why don't you sit down at the table so we can talk about this calmly," smiled Audrey. She turned to me, "Would you please open us a bottle of wine, Jessie?"
As I took up a bottle and looked for the corkscrew, Laura responded angrily. "I don't WANT to sit down, Mom. I want some answers."
Audrey smiled, "Yes, well... You can continue to stand here and berate me to your heart's content, but I'm going to sit down and relax with a glass of wine, I've been cooking and baking most of the day."
"How can you just calmly go on as if nothing has happened while Daddy's in some motel room somewhere? And what have you done to your hair? You look like an older woman trying to look younger with that hairstyle."
Audrey smiled as she sat at the table, primping her hair casually, "Don't you like it? I think it's kind of a cute style. Jessie likes it too. Don't you Jessie?"
I smiled and nodded, "I think it looks great, Mom."
Laura rolled her eyes, "God, you are such a suck-up," she said, glowering at me.
"Hey," I responded in mock offense, "I resemble that remark." I poured three glasses of wine, handed one to Laura, and then joined Audrey at the table.
"Come on and sit down," said Audrey, patting the chair beside her.
"I prefer to stand, thank you," Laura responded, taking two rather large gulps of her wine. "And I don't like your hair."
Audrey sighed and took a deep breath. "Well... I'm sorry you don't like it, sweetheart. I felt I needed a change in my life. In fact, there will be a lot of changes around here from now on."
"My key didn't work, Mom. Did you change the locks on the front door?" Asked Laura, taking several swallows of wine.
"I most certainly did," Audrey responded with a little smile. "And not just the front door, every door into the house. Your father is no longer permitted to come and go whenever he pleases in this house."
"Jesus Christ," muttered Laura with a shake of her head. "This just keeps getting better and better. What about me? Don't I get a new key either?"
Audrey glanced at me and then shook her head, "I'm afraid not. At least not yet. You and your father are just too close, and I'd be afraid you'd give him your key or have one made for him. You're my daughter and I love you dearly, and you're always welcome here. But, for the time being, you're going to have to knock like every other visitor."
"In...fucking...credible," said Laura with a shake of her head. "What on earth has gotten into you, Mom? Daddy said this whole misunderstanding thing got blown completely out of proportion because you were upset that he couldn't take you to Las Vegas for your birthday."
"Is that what he told you?" Asked Audrey, looking mildly surprised.
"Among other things," retorted Laura as she took the final swallow of wine from her glass. "He said he promised, he would make it up to you, but that you were so mad and upset that you went to Las Vegas with Jessie instead.
"That's just not true," I said in Audrey's defense.
"And YOU, keep out of this," she hissed, pointing her finger at me accusingly. "I'll deal with you later. I think I'll probably sue you for divorce when this is all over."
"Why wait? I'm ready right now." I interjected.
"And, on what planet is it a good idea to..." She paused, turning her face to me as my words finally sank in. "Wait... What?"