Dirty Professor

"I'll set the table," I said.

"No no no. Sit. This is my jurisdiction," Marquise said. I sat down beside my mom. I couldn't read her. I had no idea what she was thinking and that scared me. Marquise set the table and placed the food in the center. There was a carved turkey, baked macaroni and cheese, broccoli, and mashed potatoes. "Dig in!" Marquise declared. My mom began helping herself, then I made my plate and finally Marquise fixed himself a plate of food. For some reason, Marquise and I were waiting for my mom to eat before we started eating. She stabbed a piece of turkey, brought it to her lips, opened her mouth and closed it around the fork. She removed the fork and we watched her chew.

When she finished chewing, she swallowed and finally spoke.

"This is delicious!" She said. "I'm impressed! How did you make the turkey? I've never tasted a turkey this juicy!" Marquise looked pleased with himself.

"Thank you, thank you! I cooked it in a crock pot for twelve hours," he told her. At this, my mom looked genuinely impressed.

"And what was the occasion?" She asked.

"Your arrival of course!" He exclaimed. My mom laughed. I was grinning from ear to hear. We were off to a great start. Marquise's dinner was a success. But if I knew my mother, and I did, this was just the beginning. My mom was not easily distracted or impressed and I was sure there would be an interrogation. My mom took another bite of her food. Then washed it down with a glass of white wine.

"So, Marquise, what is your relationship to my daughter?" She asked. And it began.

"I'm her boyfriend," he answered. My mom watched him over her wine glass as she took another sip,

"You're a little old to be a Boyfriend, don't you think? And how old are you?" She asked. My face went hot as I blushed. My mom didn't hold any punches.

"I'm thirty-five," he answered. My mom’s eyes widened.

"Thirty-five. So, you're thirteen years older than my daughter. And what are your intentions?" She asked.

"I intend to marry her."

"Did you give her this ring?" She asked motioning at my hand.

"Yes."

"So why not an engagement ring instead if you intend to marry her?" She asked. I felt like I was watching a tennis match, I kept looking back and forth from Marquise to my mother.

"I didn't want to propose to your daughter before meeting you. Especially since I am sure that she would like you to be there for such an important moment," Marquise answered. I felt like he was handling himself quite well in front of my mother.

"Do you have kids? Have you ever been married before?"

"I do not have kids and I am divorced." My mom nodded and took another bite of her food. Marquise and I did the same.

"Well, I'm sure that Dahlia has already told you that her father is no longer with us. Dahlia is all I have and I am very protective of her. I need to be sure that she is in good hands at all times. Are you living here?" She asked.

"Yes I am."

"Do you work? What do you do?"

"Yes, I am a professor here at the university."

"Ah," my mom smiled and nodded. "So, that's how you two met! Do you usually date your students?"

"No, this was the first time," he assured her. There was an awkward silence. I stole a glance at my mom. She was finishing up the last of her food. When Marquise clapped his hands together, it made me jump.

"So, who's ready for dessert?" He asked enthusiastically. My mom looked up in surprise. I guess she hadn't been expecting dessert.

"Did you make it?" She asked him.

"Yes, I did," he answered as he cleared the table. He served us each a plate of sweet potato pie with whip cream. "The whip cream is also homemade." He sat back down. Again, we waited for my mom too take the first bite. When she began chewing she c

losed her eyes and moaned.

"This is delicious! Where'd you learn how to cook like this?" She asked.