Awkward

It was bound to be awkward, but it had to be done. Elizabeth chewed her sandwich delicately. Beside her Chris ate a salad. And across the table sat a dour Cindy.

"I thought we were friends," Cindy spat. "I mean ... my son, Elizabeth?"

"He's 18, Cindy," Elizabeth reminded the older MILF. "Better he gets a good teacher. And do you really think he'd do better?"

"Well ..." Cindy said, thinking about it. "I'm just happy he's with a woman, period. I wasn't sure ..."

They moved on to more banal topics, but at least Cindy confirmed what Elizabeth had suspected.