4/5/07 01:03 am - snazzyties
The interior of Wilson's car had been referred to as 'dim silver' by the salesman. Light silver. He'd repeated it over and over in his mind, but no amount of staring at the dashboard could make him see anything more than grey. Because that's what it was. It was grey. The sky was grey, the roads were grey, his mind was grey. Everything was grey.
He pulled up to his mother's house, and she greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. "The car's beautiful, Jimmy. They're going to love it." 'They' needing no further explanation. His father was out of town, not having 'any damn thing to do with this whole damned religion,' and Samuel Jr., who was never expected to turn up in the first place, had called to remind them that he wasn't coming and sent his mother an Easter card as a joke. It was now sitting on the mantle, proudly displayed next to a Mother's Day card from three years prior, and a family photo in which David was conveniently missing. Wilson family treasures.
The only 'they' in the household now were Natasha and Annabel, who had stayed back when Wilson had gone to pick up their surprise. Half of it, at least, as the other half was nestled in a black box in the top drawer of Wilson's beaurau. Somewhere inside the pit of his stomach, he still had the sinking feeling that they'd both like the car better.
Wilson's mother straightened his collar, then leaned in close to him with a knowing glint in her eye. "If you want my opinion-- which I know you don't," she whispered, "you should ask her tonight. Why wait? You know she'll say yes." Her lips curved into a grin, and she leaned further in, whispering into his ear. "They always do."
"Thanks, mom," was the only way he knew how to respond. He let his mother brush a bit of lint from his sleeve, then they both turned for the inside, to greet his family.