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I’m getting
nervous, you know, waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s not like she’s been
quiet this whole time, not by a long shot. In fact I think she amped up the
crazy. Now we’re headed for New York to be with my family and I’m expecting
Jill the ripper to be in the seat behind me. “Baby you sure you have
everything?”
    “Yep and if I don’t my honey
bear will get it for me.” He’s so cute. I’ve been spoilt rotten in the last
month or so since the dragon lady has been in exile. I think he’s trying to
make up for all those times that she was mean to me. After that first night
when I’d told him of her horrid behavior we never revisited the topic. I was keeping
that shit in reserve for when and if he ever lost his damn mind and decided to
give her another shot. But she wasn’t making it easy to forget her.
    One morning I
drove out of the driveway and just as the gates were about to close behind me,
I could’ve sworn I saw Mata Hari dart behind the hedges, true story. Sometimes
she’d call and hang up. I started keeping track of those and informed hubby how
irritating it was and how I just couldn’t take my needed afternoon nap with all
the interruptions. The number was changed to an unlisted one the next day.
    I’m not sure
how she was handling not talking to her baby boy sixteen times a day; she must
be climbing the walls. I know he still hasn’t talked to her, because I’ve been
checking his phone. The first sign that he’s about to cave I’m upping my game.
She went too damn far with her shit. The only way I’d let her back in is if she
offers me a sincere apology and since I’ll be the one judging the sincerity of
said apology, that would be a cold day in hell.
    At airport
check-in I was a nervous wreck, I kept looking around for Quasimodo in a trench
coat with sunglasses and a hat pulled down to her brows. Damien was his usual
relaxed self, not a care in the world. Poor thing, he’d met his dad at his
office to give him his gifts from us. Haggie would
skin him alive if she knew he was consorting with the enemy. Damien got her
something too, he couldn’t help himself, but hers is at home in a drawer. I
think he plans on saving them up until she starts behaving, then he can give them to her. I’m thinking yard sale or Goodwill.
    “Babe, stop twitching what’s wrong,
you nervous about flying with the baby?”
    “No it’s not that.” As much as I hated bringing up the
Thing, I had no choice. I was giving myself indigestion.
    “Then what is it sweetheart?”
He pulled me in close and kissed my hair. Could he be any sweeter? I wonder if
he noticed how stress free he was since he’d cut off contact with the beast?
    “I’m afraid your mom’s gonna spoil
it for us. I don’t know how but I just know she’s gonna find a way.”
    “Babe we’ll be in New York how the hell will she do that?”
Is he for real?
    When they started to call our
flight and nothing happened I was finally starting to relax. Looks like I was
stressing for nothing. Just then Damien’s phone went off and I still didn’t
think anything of it, we’d dodged a bullet.
    “What, when, what happened?” Next
thing I knew he was dragging me off in the opposite direction. No, no, no, the
plane is that way.
    He was moving so fast I could barely keep up and my heart
started pounding again. “What is it, what’s going on?”
    “Mom’s in the hospital.” That’s all he’d say.
    We had to get our car back from
the parking dock and all this time he’s still not saying anything but his face
is set in stone. I of course start feeling guilty for every mean thought I’d
ever had about this poor woman who was even now lying near death.
    Was she hit by
a car, a truck what? I’m pretty sure it must be a car accident because Haggie drives like she took Kamikaze classes. Then I started
thinking of the guilt hubby was gonna feel because
he’d been about to leave on a holiday. Then I thought, if this bitch dies