Denzel Mitchell was worried. It had been a few days since Patricia Kennedy, the mother of his girlfriend Melissa Kennedy, flew back to Rockhampton after a week staying with them in New York. Denzel thought that Patricia had spent the entire week judging him, constantly asking about his career, his family, his finances. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go on with Melissa if her mother was like this.
Denzel and Melissa hadn't talked much since Patricia left. They ate breakfast in silence and muttered "Good night" before going to bed, but other than that they barely talked. Denzel was convinced that Patricia had convinced Melissa to break up with him, that she would not tolerate her daughter continuing this relationship.
He caught Patricia one time looking through his personal effects. Why? She mentioned something about liking his clothes, an obvious lie. What was her problem?
She seemed surprised that he didn't watch sports. "Are you not a guy?" she asked, laughing. It was an offensive question, but he didn't know how to respond.
The more he thought about her behavior, the more upset he became. Why didn't she stay in a hotel if she didn't like him? Patricia had money-Melissa had noted told that her family had done well in the mining industry back home. Had her mother done an inventory of the things she didn't like about him?
Saturday morning, Denzel woke up to find Melissa crying in front of her iPad.
"What's wrong?"
"It's a note from my mum."
Oh God, Denzel thought. It's over.
Denzel looked at Melissa-her glowing lily-white skin, her green eyes, her long orange-red hair, her perfectly sculpted nose-and realized just how much he'd miss her if they broke up, and how upset he'd be at her mother for coming between them.
"What did she say?"
Melissa glanced down through her tears at Denzel's chocolate skin, his athletic body, his brown eyes, his curly black hair, his cute goatee. She wiped the tears from her eyes and drew a deep breath.
"She says you're great. She likes you and has no problem with you."