Her hand on her mom's forearm, Amber arrived just in time to catch Aunt Jude's triumphant declaration that she'd known all along that her quack had been wrong. Amber glanced quickly at Eric; it didn't take a genius to know he'd just given her some new, miraculous diagnosis. Damn it, she should've remembered to tell him that with Aunt Jude, brushing her off was the only option. To be honest, it was so obvious it didn’t even merit mentioning.
Too late for that now.
"Did you hear that, Kate?" Jude beamed, squeezing Eric's arm. Amber was greatly relieved that her jealousy did not extend to relatives with more than three decades on her. "Eric here very kindly listened to me, and in no more than five minutes he figured out that I have peripheral neuropathy! Not at all like that doctor you sent me to!”
Peripheral neuropathy? Amber guessed that applied, but the last diagnosis she’d—-silently—-attributed to her was hypochondria. She hadn't found any reason so far to alter her opinion.
Her mom tilted an eyebrow upwards. "No, I didn't know. I haven't even really had the chance..." she held out her right hand.
Amber knew a cue when she saw one. "Mom, this is Eric." To her surprise, it was hard to say, not unlike the time she'd been accepted into college and had to tell her mom she really was leaving town. Eric had already introduced himself to the other adults and Jude had just said his name; besides, who else would the black man in the middle of their living room be? She might as well state her own name next.
Amber hesitantly looked into Eric's eyes, her face warming up again. The whole point of this trip was to show him off, right? "He's my boyfriend," Amber blurted out rather stupidly.
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Too late for that now.
"Did you hear that, Kate?" Jude beamed, squeezing Eric's arm. Amber was greatly relieved that her jealousy did not extend to relatives with more than three decades on her. "Eric here very kindly listened to me, and in no more than five minutes he figured out that I have peripheral neuropathy! Not at all like that doctor you sent me to!”
Peripheral neuropathy? Amber guessed that applied, but the last diagnosis she’d—-silently—-attributed to her was hypochondria. She hadn't found any reason so far to alter her opinion.
Her mom tilted an eyebrow upwards. "No, I didn't know. I haven't even really had the chance..." she held out her right hand.
Amber knew a cue when she saw one. "Mom, this is Eric." To her surprise, it was hard to say, not unlike the time she'd been accepted into college and had to tell her mom she really was leaving town. Eric had already introduced himself to the other adults and Jude had just said his name; besides, who else would the black man in the middle of their living room be? She might as well state her own name next.
Amber hesitantly looked into Eric's eyes, her face warming up again. The whole point of this trip was to show him off, right? "He's my boyfriend," Amber blurted out rather stupidly.