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A Vacation for Mom

It was going to be an interesting week. Mom was coming to stay with me. I hadn't seen her in nearly two years. I live in Hilo, Hawaii and she lives in Boston. I work for the National Park Service at the Volcano National Park and she's a professor of Literature at Boston College. We've always been close. She was my best friend all through school and she leaned on me a lot too, especially after Dad was killed. He was sitting at a red light and the driver of a cement truck fell asl**p and hit him. He likely never knew what happened. Mom was devastated for a few months and she never really got back to that bubbly girl she was before. Over the last two years we've always meant to spend some time together, but things just kept happening. I finally just bought her a ticket and told her to come over Christmas break. She had a million reasons not to come, but I wouldn't listen and she finally agreed. When she landed, I was waiting and when she came out of the gate, she still took my breath away. She's forty eight but she looks like she's thirty and just coming into her prime. She's tall and slender, with this amazing long black hair that hangs down to the back of her knees. She was 19 when I was born and they never wanted another c***d so it was just her and I after Dad died. She looked like she needed some sun. I suppose that after a couple of months of Boston winter, she hadn't seen much besides snow recently. She saw me waiting and ran to me. She threw herself on me and we hugged. ...

... She kissed me all over my face and she was crying. "Hey, this is supposed to be happy," I told her. "It is," she said. "I'm just so glad to see you. Thanks for making me come." I put my arm around her shoulders and she put hers around my waist as we walked down to get her luggage. She leaned her head against me and an older couple was walking beside us. They smiled indulgently at us. "How long have you two been married?" the lady asked. "Two weeks," I told her. "We're on our honeymoon." "Oh, that's so romantic," she said. "It just thrills me seeing young people in love." "What was that?" mom laughed as they walked away. "I didn't have the heart to tell them you're an old woman," I told her. She punched me. "You're such a liar, Regan," she laughed. "They're still watching," I said. I dipped her down and gave her a kiss, lingering on those luscious lips. She gasped and held onto my neck until I pulled her back up. "That's quite a hello," she said, looking into my eyes. I laughed and picked up her bags. We loaded them in my truck and drove home. There was a spectacular sunset and the volcano was steaming in the background. "It's gorgeous, Regan," she said. "I understand why you live here." "There's room for you," I told her. "Anytime you get tired of snow, the sunny beaches await." I got her settled in her room and cooked dinner for her. We had fresh fish and prawns. We sat together on the sofa and I fed her prawns dipped in drawn butter. We drank wine and ate chunks of fruit. ...