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fun and games are over

Arthur took a deep breath before knocking on his mom’s door. He wasn’t sure how this would go, but he’d made up his mind—she was important to him, and it was time for his family to see that.

His mother, Rosie, opened the door, her eyes softened in surprise. Arthur wasn’t like his brother, Wolfgang, who visited his mother regularly; Arthur valued his independence, living in his own place, but this visit was different. “Arthur, what brings you here?”

They settled down, and after a moment, he cleared his throat. "Mom, thanks for helping us with the cops. That meant a lot. And… there’s something else." He hesitated for a second and searched for the words. “There’s someone I want you to meet. You know her name already, and… I love her,” he admitted out loud for the first time. “It’s serious, and I’d really like for you to meet her. She’s…” He paused to carefully choose his words. “She’s the one.”

Rosie’s expression changed instantly, a frown tightened across her face. She’d seen the girl briefly, knew just enough to form her own judgments. “She’s a woman with a daughter. Married and divorced. I helped you with the cops Arthur because I didn’t want my son in trouble, but the fun and games are over. It’s a no! And when I say ‘no,’ you know it’s final.”

She had completely forgotten that these were the exact words Arthur’s grandmother had thrown at Rosie when she was just 21.

"She’s a stripper, a disgrace with a three-year-old daughter. No, she is not the one."