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I’d been worried about myself. I can’t ever imagine acting like I was “above” anyone. I came from the same place they did and my current position was pure luck and at this point I felt tenuous at best. “Thank you for your concern. I know that I need to be more aware of people who might want to take advantage. But I’d like to believe I can do that without losing touch with who I really am. Besides, I happen to know that on a class to class basis, you way outdo me anyways.”
     
    He laughed. “A lot has been said about me over the years. The word “Class” was never entered into any of it.”
     
    “Well then, they didn’t know you,” I told him with a smile.
     
    He was about to say something else when the doorbell rang.
     
    “Excuse me.”
     
    “Of course.”
    I went to answer the door. I knew Karen would get it if I didn’t, but I was right here… I turned the corner and heard Karen’s voice saying, “I will see if she’s here.”
     
    Then my heart dropped down into my stomach when I heard the person she was talking to say, “Thank you.” Speaking of being taken advantage of… it was my mother. Damn her! I took a deep breath and stepped into the foyer.
     
    “Oh there you are, Vicki.” I smiled at Karen.
     
    “Thank you, Karen. I’ll take it from here.”
     
    “Of course.” She stepped out and I waited until I heard her heels disappear down the hall.
     
    “Mother, what are you doing here?”
     
    She looked me up and down and then she said, “Maybe if you worried about your appearance, your staff wouldn’t call you “Vicki.” That’s very disrespectful.”
     
    I almost laughed. “And who are you, the Queen of England?”
     
    “Don’t talk to your mother that way,” she said.
     
    “You keep saying that, yet I hear you speak rudely to everyone you encounter. What is it that makes you different to everyone else?”
     
    “What’s wrong with you? Are you still having post-partum depression?”
     
    I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Mother, what is it that you want?”
     
    “I told you, I want to meet my grandson.”
     
    “I thought I was going to call you when it was a good time.”
     
    “I doubted that you would do that. What’s wrong with now, anyways?”
     
    She’d worn me down. Cook was right; I was easy to take advantage of. “Okay Mom. He’s sleeping right now. Would you like some tea while we wait?”
     
    “What about a tour?”
     
    So that she can do a mental inventory of how much everything is worth. With a sigh I said, “Okay, I can do that.”
     
    I took her into the living room first. She stopped to peruse the artwork on the walls, checking for signatures and dates on the paintings no doubt to assess their originality. From there, we went out onto the sunporch. She wasn’t much interested in plants and flowers but she did comment on how much the skylight must have cost. I tried to point out the gardens to her outside the glass but she was disinterested in that as well. I showed her the formal dining room and tried to skip the kitchen, but she headed in there on her own. I reluctantly followed her.
     
    “Well hello there, big guy!” Oh Jesus, she’s so embarrassing.
    Cook looked at her warily and then at me and said, “Hello. You are?”
     
    “Whoever you want…”
     
    “Mother!” She was really too much. “This is our cook, Gregory Black. Gregory this is my mother, Rita.”
     
    Gregory smiled at her and I saw my mother’s posture straighten as she pushed out her fake boobs. God help me. “It’s so nice to meet you,” she said.
     
    “And you as well, ma’am,” he said.
     
    “Oh please, I’m way too young to be a ma’am… call me Rita.”
     
    He only smiled again. I took my mother by the arm and said, “Gregory is busy. Let’s get back to the tour.”
     
    She resisted saying, “I can’t imagine that any room could be more interesting than this one.”
     
    “Mother,” I said through gritted teeth. I could