An Uncomfortable Dinner

More shaky than usual, Morty descended the stairs, hoping it wouldn't be his last supper.

"Alright, kid, it's all yours...burp...bye bye," Holo-Rick said before vanishing.

His mother was already seated at the center of the table, and to her right sat a clearly irritated Summer. Seeing her anger heightened considerably, the young man was frightened.

"Come on, Morty, sit down, dinner's ready," Beth said.

Sweating profusely, the young man took his place to Beth's left, as far away from his older sister as possible. Despite Morty's nerves and Summer's constant angry glances, the dinner would proceed with a certain normalcy, or at least his mother hadn't noticed anything strange.

After a few minutes, even Morty was relaxing enough to eat more calmly, but just when he felt most secure, Summer dropped the bomb...

"Mom, you know what...Morty has a girlfriend."

"Ugh!"

The well-aimed blow that was launched achieved its objective. Beth stopped eating instantly and wore a completely perplexed look. In turn, Morty questioned his sister with a disgusted face, but she was smiling maliciously, denoting her bad intentions.

Beth recovered from the initial shock to look at her son, she was trying to laugh but her nervousness caused her to make the strangest expression. Then her mother turned to Summer with a face full of questions, maybe she was hoping it was all just a joke from her daughter.

"Are...are you serious, honey?" Beth asked, surprised.

"VERY serious, Mom," Summer replied with great certainty.

"Oh...wow."

Surely hearing her daughter's confirmation dismantled her initial idea of the joke, but that didn't take away the astonishment from her face.

"Uh...and who is she?...Do I happen to know her, uh?" the mother continued asking, but now looking at Morty.

Both his mother and his sister had their eyes on a young Smith who was unable to hide his **** fear and nervousness. His body had become an out-of-control maraca and his teeth were chattering together making a comical sound.

"Go on, Morty, tell her who it is," Summer said, encouraging him falsely.

"Uh...e..um...I...ugh," he tried to speak but the words got stuck in his mouth.

The young Smith was so afraid that he didn't even have the courage to see the eyes of his mother who was looking for a clearer answer.

Given his ineptitude, once again Summer took the lead, launching the second and most devastating bomb.

"It's about....Tricia."

"S...SUMMER!"

This time her mother's impression was doubled as the fork she was holding fell to the floor in the act, leaving her hand alone in the air, with her gaze lost in the void and her mouth half-open.

Morty knew that this revelation had been a huge blow to his mother, he also understood by his sister's devilish smile that this was her objective. That was her way of getting **** for all the scandal that Tricia and he caused last night.

"Uh...M...Mom?"

Morty's words did nothing to change Beth's petrified face, who continued to stare into nothing without turning to any of her children.

Instead, Summer continued with her meal as calmly as if nothing was happening. In turn, Morty trembled fearing what might happen when his mother returned to normal.

"T...Tricia...?" Beth spoke after her long absence but still seeing into the void " uuh... your friend Tricia Lange....the...The same Tricia Lange! " she said with greater clarity in her voice.

It was as if her brain was processing word by word what her daughter told him in slow motion to understand it better.

"Yes....we're talking about the same one," Summer said sarcastically " that...girl came last night, stuck to my little brother like super glue, so...he he he...well she didn't leave here until the sun came out....you can imagine what was between."

"S...she...she spent all...the night here...Oh God!" said her mother realizing.

Beth's mouth had now completely fallen open and her eyes almost covered her entire face from how big they were.

"That's right, Mom, it means that...our little Morty is not SO little anymore," Summer continued mocking.

"Grr...stop it, Summer," Morty growled trying to minimize the growing problem.

"Why? There's no need for secrets...or haven't you heard what they say about you at the university?"

"Also at the university!"

Now yes, his mother saw him directly, she could notice the astonishment and anger on her face. Morty, trapped, tried to create a convincing excuse for her.

"Eh.. you see Mom...I...I can explain it....it's just that when she came we talked u.. a little and...and...and...."

"They were FORNICATING all night," Summer blurted out.

"Shut your mouth, Summer!"

"Don't yell at your sister," Beth scolded him.

Her mom stood up with a face that would scare an alien beast, casting the worst look a mother could give.

"B...but Mom Summer..."

"This is not about her, it's about you and your idea of turning the house into a brothel."

Despite being a full-grown man, Morty couldn't help but be frightened by the presence of his irate mother, it was a reflex he couldn't avoid.

"I'm telling you I can explain it..." the young Smith wanted to reason.

"You can also explain the dirty things you did with Tricia at the university... If they expel you for that!" Beth said raising her voice.

Morty was silent without a convincing argument, something that his sister took advantage of again.

"Oh Morty, don't forget that you're going to a beach party this weekend with your girlfriend....and who knows maybe you'll come back with one or two grandchildren for Mom."

That comment put Beth over the edge and she was fuming everywhere.

"MORTY SMITH I COMPLETELY FORBID YOU FROM GOING TO THAT PARTY!"

Angry, Morty also ended up getting up.

"Mom! You can't do this to me, I'm not 5 years old, I'm an adult now."

But Beth extinguished his rebellion with a hit on the table.

"AND I AM YOUR MOTHER! SO GO TO YOUR ROOM."

"B..but"

"TO YOUR ROOM!"

Furious and resigned, he left there, but not before observing Summer's malicious smile.