I walked out of the restaurant through the main entrance. The cold night air hit my face. Michael, Marlene, and her parents were standing next to a luxurious black car parked at the entrance. The valet had brought the vehicle, and Marleene was giving him instructions about something.
They saw me come out and Michael raised his hand in a quick wave.
“Well, Mom, thanks for coming. It was educational.”
“Very educational,” Marlene agreed, that fake smile plastered on her face. “I hope you understood everything we talked about tonight. That you’ve understood your position.”
“Oh, I understood it perfectly,” I replied, remaining calm. “The question is, do you understand yours?”
Marlene frowned. “Excuse me?”
“Nothing,” I said, smiling slightly, “just thinking out loud.”
Marleene’s father opened the car door. “Well, it’s been interesting to finally meet you, Helen. Michael talks about you very little, but now I understand why.”
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Not to make me angry. Not to make me cry. But to confirm that what I was about to do was absolutely necessary.
“Before you go,” I said, stopping them, “there’s something I forgot to mention.”
Michael sighed, impatient. “Mom, it’s late. It can wait.”
“No,” I replied firmly. “It can’t wait. In fact, I think this is the perfect time. Let’s go back inside for a moment.”
“Just a moment,” Marleene let out a huff of frustration. “Seriously? Now you’re going to make a scene.”
“Not a scene,” I said, walking back toward the restaurant entrance. “Just a clarification. I’ll wait for you inside.”
I didn’t wait for their answer. I just walked back in, knowing their curiosity would bring them back.
And I was right.
I heard their footsteps behind me, their murmurs of confusion and irritation. I walked straight to table 22, which had already been reset for the next guests. I stood next to it, waiting for them to arrive.
Michael was the first to approach. “Mom, what are you doing? You’re embarrassing us.”
“Embarrassing you?” I repeated softly. “How interesting that you use those words. Tell me, Michael, how do you think I felt for the last two hours?”
Michael opened his mouth to answer, but Marlene cut him off. “Look, Helen, I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but we’ve had enough drama for one night. If you want to play the victim, do it some other time and some other place.”