The next morning dawned sunny and the thermometer said 72 degrees at 8 AM. I was excited because I had quite a few things to do and most called for decent weather. I dressed and went down to the kitchen.
Mother was in the kitchen putting some stuff in the dishwasher. I poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the counter.
"Morning Mom," I said to her. "You look nice for a Saturday. What's up?"
"Good morning Thomas," she said. She is the only person who calls me Thomas since I finished school. "Yeah, we are short-handed and backlogged at work so I am earning some overtime."
Right about that time, Amy walked into the kitchen with a robe on and I could see that she was wearing her bathing suit underneath. She looked at mom who had her back to us, then looked at me and winked.
"Good morning everyone!" she said with a cheerful grin. She got a bowl out and poured some cereal and dumped some milk on it and sat down. "Quite a storm last night." Mom turned around and leaned against the counter.
"Yeah, your dad had to work today too, so it's a good thing he is a sound sleeper." she said. "What with the storm and you two 'supporting' each other, he wouldn't have gotten any sleep at all."
I felt the blood drain from my face. I glanced at Amy. She was frozen with her spoon in mid-air, staring into her bowl.
The silence dragged out for a minute, maybe two.
"Um, what?" I said. Wow that was profound.
"Listen up you two, you are both adults." She started. "I can't tell you what to do. But I want you think and consider the ramifications of what you do." Both of our jaws were on the floor, I am sure of it.
"But I will tell you this." She continued. "This is my house. I do not want to hear that again."
Silence. Neither of us could find our voices.
"I do not want to HEAR that ever again. Am I clear?" she asked.
Silence.
"Am I CLEAR?" she said significantly louder. We both nodded vigorously.
"Good. I have to go to work. I love you both. Enjoy your day. I'm sure you will." And out the door she went.
Neither of us said anything or even looked at each other until we heard the garage door close and her car drive off down the road.
Amy spoke first, "Oh Christ." I burst out laughing. If I hadn't I probably would have peed my pants.
"I thought we might have been a little loud last night," I said.