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" April 30  I tried to keep my move to India&amp;#039;s house under the radar \u2014 shipping out the last of my things just after sunrise so I didn&amp;#039;t have to explain things to Brit and mom \u2014 but Brittany caught me. Or maybe it was the other way around. See, we live across the street from each other, and she was coming home just as I was leaving. We just froze in silence, totally busted and trying to figure out what to say. I had a sports bag filled with ratty sweaters that I never wear over my shoulder, and a chair in the other. She was clearly wearing the clothes she wore out last night. Brit was the first to speak. &amp;quot;Going on a trip?&amp;quot; she asked. &amp;quot;Just getting home?&amp;quot; I shot back. She blushed. It&amp;#039;s hard to make an ex-stripper blush, but I could tell she was embarrassed and ashamed. &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s none of your business.&amp;quot; Suddenly it occurred to me that Hector was off duty last night. Could she have spent the night with him? The thought of it made me swallow back my coffee. Brittany noticed me standing in front of India&amp;#039;s Lexus SUV. &amp;quot;Nice car. Is it yours?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;None of your business.&amp;quot; Nah, nah, nah. We were like two grade schoolers in a playground battle. &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t think I haven&amp;#039;t noticed that you&amp;#039;ve been moving your stuff out of your apartment all week. Are you moving in with this girl?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I really have to get going.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Good for you.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Get some sleep, Brit.&amp;quot; She called after me. &amp;quot;Does mom know you&amp;#039;re moving out?&amp;quot; I waved to her and drove away. A few hours later, mom called wanting to know everything. There was no use lying so I told her the truth. &amp;quot;You never mentioned to me it was this serious. I thought you were just casually dating?&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s escalating very rapidly.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You should have told me. I don&amp;#039;t know if I like you living so far away.&amp;quot; After years of living on opposites sides of America, suddenly 25 miles was an issue for her. Really? &amp;quot;I thought you would be happy for me,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;How can I be happy if I don&amp;#039;t even know this woman.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Mom, I told you. It&amp;#039;s India Baker from high school. You&amp;#039;ve met her a bunch of times you just don&amp;#039;t remember.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I think I should meet this woman, don&amp;#039;t you?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Of course. It&amp;#039;s just that she&amp;#039;s a single mom with two kids. She&amp;#039;s very busy.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I want to meet her.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You will.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Are you ashamed to introduce her to us?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Of course not.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I want to meet her this weekend. Bring her to Sunday dinner. Unless you plan on missing our Sunday dinners now.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t plan on missing the dinners, and I&amp;#039;ll see if she is available.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;She should meet your family, damn it. You&amp;#039;ve certainly had plenty of time to meet hers.&amp;quot; She was right, as moms always are \u2014 and I hated her for it. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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