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    Love in Control – Chapter XIII – Cindy

    Dressed in a slinky black close-fitting Armani dress and 6 foot 2 inches in her 4 inch Loubotins, Cindy Browne was indeed standing in the middle of the living room of Tiler’s Brooklyn townhouse, surrounded by Tiler’s friends, in the middle of a story that everyone was laughing about. Just as she started to lightly hold up the chin of a clearly nervous Jia, “…and, my dear, Tiler neglected to tell me just how beautiful you are. Which is a shame because I think you and this outfit would be the perfect vessel for a pair of vintage diamond earrings that my grandmother passed on to me. Made in London, handcrafted, absolutely flawless in the four Cs …” Tiler exclaimed again, “Mom!!! What are you doing here?”

    Please, please. Let this not be true. Please!

    Cindy let go of the beautiful blonde’s dimpled chin, whirled gracefully to her left and waved at her dumbfounded daughter, who’d paused at mid-step. “Honey, your friends kindly let me in!”

    No visible reaction from Tiler, who looked to be so surprised she was only now setting her foot down on the step, eyes bugged out, continuing to stare at her mother.

    All the eyeballs in the living room turned to look at a clearly confused Tiler, frozen like a marble statue halfway down the staircase.   A flutter of nervous coughs spread, and some half-feared the young stud, although looking absolutely hot tonight, had permanently lost her cool, along with her wits, even as Cindy continued talking, “ Yes, c’est moi, I’m really here and your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you. I know that look, honey. You’re not imagining things.”

    Pause. “Speaking of looks, my goodness, Tiler, you look absolutely smashing tonight! And have you actually grown since I last saw you?”

    “Mom!!! You’re here!” Tiler repeated, unnecessarily.

    With a shake of her head, Cindy approached the staircase, arms open. “Yes, I am! What’s the matter? Even if you close your eyes and shake your head three times, I’ll still be standing here! Listen, I know what you’re thinking ….”

    Why do the women in my life always say they know what I’m thinking?

    “… We’re supposed to see each other tomorrow still, when you come over to visit. So the last thing you expected was to see me here tonight. That’s what you were thinking, right? I know, I know — but your dad and I are having dinner tonight at a friend’s place five minutes from here, and I thought that I’d drop by to see you, first … why are you just standing there, honey? C’mon give your mom a hug and a kiss, darling!”

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