I rolled my eyes. Was he serious? My dad was so oblivious. I don’t think he realized that adding machine had been far more responsive to me than he ever had. I was now convinced the stork had dropped my baby basket off at the wrong house nineteen years ago. Maybe my real parents were wizards like Harry Potter’s mum and dad. I rubbed my scalp, hoping to find a lightning bolt scar hidden there. Nope.
“Are you okay, Sam?” Mom frown-smiled. “Have you been using your dandruff shampoo?”
“I’m fine, Mom,” I groaned. Where was my magic wand? Oh yeah, Christos had taken it with him when he went for a walk earlier. Yes, the wand in his pants. I repressed a secret smile.
“What’s so funny?” Dad asked.
I needed to take some spy classes so I could learn to make my secret smiles more secret. “Nothing,” I groaned.
“Where did Christos go?” my mom asked.
“I think he went for a walk,” Spiridon said. “He’ll be back sooner or later.”
Christos had stormed past my parents after they’d arrived without saying hello, and gone out the driveway to who knew where. I couldn’t blame him. I wasn’t happy to see my parents either. It was for the best. My parents had been in shock for at least a half an hour after watching Christos murder his painting.
Wanting to change the subject away from Christos and his outrage, I said, “So, how’d you guys find the house?” I’d never told them the Manos’ address.
“That was easy,” my dad said. “We called the manager at your apartment and asked him for your forwarding address. Since we’re your parents, and we co-signed your lease, he was happy to oblige.”
Great. Thanks, Mr. Manager. What a great guy he was. Traitor.
“You’re not staying at Samoula’s apartment, are you?” Spiridon asked.
“Who?” my dad frowned.
“I’m sorry,” Spiridon smiled. “Samoula is a nickname I use for your daughter. It’s a common thing in Greek families to nickname everyone.”
Mom grimaced. I don’t think she liked the idea that I had a nickname, like Spiridon was taking some sort of parental ownership of me. “We call her Sam,” she insisted.
Spiridon nodded, “That’s wonderful.”
Did that mean he was going to stop calling me Samoula? I hoped not. I liked my nickname. Maybe he’d use it after my parents left.
“At any rate,” Spiridon continued, “where are you two staying?”
“We’re staying at the Motel 6 in Hotel Circle,” my dad answered.
“What? That’s half way across the city!” Spiridon laughed. “You can’t stay there.”
“The price was unbeatable,” Dad said nervously, “and I found a coupon online—”
Spiridon cut him off with a dismissive grin. “You can’t stay in a hotel. You’re family and we have plenty of room here in my house. I won’t have you and your wife staying in some rundown no tell hotel. I hear that place rents rooms by the hour.” Spiridon chuckled.
No tell hotel? Since when did Spiridon start dishing out the jokes? I kind of liked it. He got awesomer every time I hung around him.
“Oh, no,” my dad corrected Spiridon, missing the humor completely, “I assure you, Motel 6 doesn’t rent rooms by the hour.”
“Are you sure, Dad?” I said dryly. “This is San Diego. We do things differently on the west coast.”
My dad frowned and shook his head. “Motel 6 doesn’t rent rooms by the hour. I know better.” He glanced at Spiridon, as if seeking agreement.
I arched a doubting eyebrow at Dad. “You’re sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” he insisted, “Motel 6 is not a flophouse.” I could tell he was starting to get angry.
Whatever.
“I don’t care if you have a suite at the Hotel Del,” Spiridon said. “You are Samoula’s parents and you can stay here with us.” He winked at my dad, “And we have the cheapest rates in town.”
My dad perked up at that and turned to Mom. “What do you think, Linda? We could save several hundred dollars if we stay here.”
“I don’t know, Bill,” she said skeptically, “we’ve already checked in and I unpacked my bags.”
“It’ll only take a minute to cancel the rest of our stay and pack your bags,” my dad said.
Rest of their stay? Geez, how long did my parents plan to be here? Despite the earlier failure of my ESP, I tried again. I stared at my mom.
Say no, say no, say NO, SAY NO!!!!!
Mom sighed and threw her hands up in defeat, “Fine.”
Wow, my ESP had backfired. I needed some ESP lessons ASAP.
“It’s settled then,” Dad said. “I’ll call the motel and let them know we won’t be needing the room after tonight. Spiridon, may I use your phone?”
As always, in my parents’ world, cell phones didn’t exist.
“Of course,” Spiridon smiled, “it’s in the kitchen.” Spiridon led the way for my dad.
I restrained a groan. Why did Spiridon have to go and invite my parents to stay? Yeah, I knew Spiridon was all about family. I was too, just not my family.
With Spiridon and my dad out of the living room, it was just me and my mom sitting alone together. I couldn’t have been happier. I started pressing the rivets on the leather chair again, looking for the one that triggered an escape hatch under my ass so I could get the hell out of here.
My mom was pinching the bridge of her nose with her eyes closed. I knew this routine of hers well. I’d seen it a hundred thousand times since I was a kid. After the nose bridge pinch would come the rubbing of her temples with her fingers. Then she’d slide her palms down her cheeks into a prayer position beneath her chin while she stared heavenward for guidance.
While her eyes were closed, I punched both my fists in her direction and flipped her off. I opened my mouth wide and silently screamed, “Go the fuck HOOOME!!!” I’d already determined my ESP needed a little boost.
My mom suddenly stopped massaging her temples and her eyes popped open.
I instantly dropped my hands into my lap with a sheepish grin. Had she noticed? I couldn’t tell for sure, but she didn’t act like she had.
Mom closed her eyes and went back to rubbing her temples.
This was going to be a long Spring Break. Yeah, I’d always fantasized about spending my first ever college Spring Break with my parents.
Groanballs.
“Everything is taken care of,” my dad said when he walked back into the living room almost an hour later. “I canceled our room at the Motel 6 after tonight. We can pick up our bags this evening.”
Spiridon followed him into the room.
“I don’t know, Bill,” Mom said. “Are you sure you don't want to stay the night at the hotel since we already unpacked?”
Sounded like a great idea to me.
Dad smiled, “Spiridon was showing me the guest rooms upstairs. They’re much nicer than the Motel 6. And the deck outside is better than the pool at the motel. We’ll have plenty of privacy here.”
Yay! But I wouldn’t have any.
Were there any giant meteors in outer space hurtling toward San Diego? They couldn’t get here soon enough.
“Plus,” Dad continued with a big smile, “the price here can’t be beat.”
My mom huffed out a sigh. I knew she could only take so much of Dad’s bargain hunting before she was sick of it. “Fine, Bill. Whatever you say.”
The front door opened quietly and Christos walked into the living room. “Hey, everyone,” he said softly.
I jumped out of my chair and ran to him to see if he was okay, but slowed halfway across the room because my parents were here. Their presence always, I don’t know, restrained me. I stopped a foot away from Christos and didn’t even touch him with my hand or anything. “Hey,” I said.