Just a little more today...

[chicating]

“ It wasn’t that…Sean that wanted those pictures. I’m glad you were too smart to send those. All of those actresses will regret that one day.”
“Yep. Way too smart.” This lie didn’t upset me at all. Maybe I had finally learned how.
It wasn’t until I told my mother how the last week or so had gone that I fully grasped how weird everything still was. I had sort of habituated to it without realizing it. I had gotten good at factoring in the less-than-ideal, if not accepting it graciously.
I told the story, as best as I understood it(another moment that had the feeling of lifelong familiarity) and there was a long silence.
Then we both started to laugh.
“Did your brother put you up to this?” Mom asked. “Tell me this is a prank. Even if I hate pranks.”
I put on a fake-injured tone and quipped” I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to believe in your daughter’s not-quite virgin, adapted pregnancy with what could be the second coming of Christ.”
“Or the Antichrist.”
“I’m just trying to see my uterus as half-full, not half-empty, at the moment.’