“Ah, the faith of a child.”
“Come on, mom. You know it’s true. What happened to make the difference?”
I thought about finding Buck’s phone. The porn. The attraction I had to it rather than the repulsion. I thought about our lovemaking sessions between then and now.
“Communication,” I offered.
“Communication?” Cali asked.
“Communication,” I reaffirmed.
“So, you two began to talk instead of avoiding one another?”
“Yes,” I was beginning to believe this myself.
“What did you talk about?” Cali wanted to know.
“Oh, you know, you kids. About growing older together. Sports.”
“I’ll have you know, young lady, that two weeks ago I watched almost half of a NASCAR race with your father.”
“Oh, definitely bullshit.”
“Why would you say such a thing?”
“Mom, dollars to donuts says that as soon as that race came on, you were out the door on one of your antique shopping excursions.”
“Well, that’s the flip side of things. Your father has gone shopping with me much more often.”
“Really?” They replied in unison.
“Yes, it’s God’s truth. Ask him yourself.”
They looked at each other.
“So, communication,” Cammy whispered.
“Communication,” I cemented.
As the girls finished up the kitchen, I thought about Buck fucking me on the top of his Impala. We were communicating all right. In the basest possible level.
It did help stoke the fires of commonality, but I wondered to myself if we would have gotten here without the sex.
I wondered if I should share that tidbit with my girls.
Let them figure that out when the time comes, I thought and went off to find Buck.
As expected, Buck was in his man cave.
I didn’t hesitate. Didn’t think about the girls coming in. I sat in his lap and threw my arms around his neck.
“Hey!” He exclaimed, barely getting his beer out of the way before I made my ascent.
“Hey,” I pecked him on the cheek.
“The girls inquired on why we’re getting along again so well.”
“And you told them?”
“Communication? I thought it was the fucking.”
“Well, that is a form of communication, dear.”
“Why, yes, yes it is.”
I punched him in the shoulder. “If they ask, it’s communication.”
“Now go out to the garage shortly. I’ll bring you some coffee and a treat.”
I stood, patted down my skirt, and wandered back to the living room and sat with the girls.
Sitting across from my daughters, I studied Cali. “Honey, we’ve been focused in on Cammy and Rob this evening. Is there someone special in your life these days?”
Cali blushed and looked to Cammy. “Have you said something?”
Cammy looked shocked. “Not a word. I swear.”
“Cali?” I asked again.
“Well, mom, it’s complicated.”