Breakfast with mommy

After dressing, you find Rebeccah's mother in the kitchen making eggs at the stove.

"There you are!" she says, showing her dimples. "Just in time for breakfast."

You sit and she brings you a plate.

"Rebeccah was off to work early this morning, before you woke up, and she will probably be home late," she says. "We have the whole day to ourselves."

But then she stops, as if remembering something.

"Except, I have a friend coming over this afternoon," she says. "You can just play in your room while he's here."

"Who is your friend, mommy?" you ask.

"Oh, just an old friend," she says, and gives a longing smile. "He comes to visit from time to time. He's been coming over for a long time."

She pauses as though she has a secret to reveal but isn't sure whether she should or not, but then shrugs.

"He even used to come over when Rebeccah was in school and her father was at work," she says. "He was a big part of my secret to a long successful relationship with my late husband."

You are a little shocked. Did she just admit to cheating on Rebeccah's father?

"Do you, um, have a relationship with this man?" you ask delicately.

"I guess you could say that," says Rebeccah's mother. "It's mostly just sexual, but I have grown very fond of him over the years. He's a very gifted and talented man. His name is John, and if you are ever to meet him, please be respectful. Refer to him as sir, and only speak to him when you are spoken to first. I don't need you asking him any cheeky questions, or embarassing me."

"Yes, mommy," you say.

"Good boy," she says, and pats you on the head. "And just so you know, I was not cheating on Rebeccah's father. In fact, he encouraged it. It may not have been his idea in the beginning, but very soon he was more enthusiastic about it than I was. After John would come over, he would beg me to tell him everything that happened, and he relished every word. Can you imagine?"

"I can't, mommy," you say, shaking your head.

"Maybe you will someday soon," she says, smiling myseteriously.

"Oh, I almost forgot," she says. "Here's your pill."

You dutifully swallow the pill with a gulp of fresh squeezed orange juice.