"Jer? It's your Mother..." And she entered, changing their relationship forever.
"But Rome, it's... not right. Not my son!"
"But he is, Mags, your son. And he is... who he is."
Maggie was at a loss, holding the phone.
"Rome, I just. I wasn't raised to... I don't know how to accept this."
How to accept, what she'd always been taught was wrong. How could she? Her baby. Her little boy, now a man. In bed with another man.
"Mom, I can expl-"
"Well," She said, flustered, "Well. You're busy. I'll just-"
Her son. Her son! Bent to grab his clothes.
"Mom, wait, at least let me-"
She slammed the door.
He called, and called her phone. And she ignored the calls, left his texts unread. Shivering with rage. She had felt so betrayed back then.
Someday, someday, he would feel her shame, another layer to her despair.
"Margaret," was all he said as be grabbed her bags.
"Jerome," She corrected, with a pang in her chest. "It's good to see you."
He merely grunted non-committally as they got in the car and drove off from the station.