“Excellent idea,” my mother said, her heels clacking on the white linoleum. She flicked on the back light and let him out. “Well!” she said as she turned, eyeing Nick. “Sit down, please. Would you like something to drink? Water? Coffee? I think I have a beer somewhere.”

“Coffee would be great, Mrs. Morgan,” Nick said as he pulled a chair from under the table and lowered himself into it. I opened the fridge for the coffee, and my mom took the bag of grounds out of my hands, fussing with soft mother sounds until I sat beside Nick. The scraping of my chair was loud, and I wished she wasn’t making such a fuss. Nick grinned, clearly enjoying my disquiet.

“Coffee,” she said as she puttered about. “I admire a man who likes coffee with lunch. You have no idea how glad I am to meet you, Nick. It’s been so long since Rachel brought a boy home. Even in high school she wasn’t much for dating. I was starting to wonder if she was going to lean the other way, if you know what I mean.”

“Mom!” I exclaimed, feeling my face go as red as my hair.

She blinked at me. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” she amended, scooping out the grounds and filling the filter. I couldn’t look at Nick, hearing the amusement in him as he cleared his throat. I put my elbows on the table and dropped my head into my hands.

“But you know me,” my mother added, her back to us as she put the coffee away. I cringed, waiting for whatever was going to come out of her mouth. “I’m of the mind that it’s better to have no man than the wrong one. Your father, now, he was the right man.”

Sighing, I looked up. If she was talking about Dad, she wouldn’t be talking about me.

“Such a good man,” she said, motions slow as she went to the stove. She stood sideways so she could see us as she took the lid off the sauce and stirred it. “You need the right man to have children with. We were lucky with Rachel,” she said. “Even so, we almost lost her.”

Nick sat up interested. “How so, Mrs. Morgan?”

Her face went long in an old worry, and I rose to plug the coffee-maker in, since she had forgotten. The coming story was embarrassing, but it was a known embarrassment, much better than what she might come out with, especially after having mentioned children. I sat down beside Nick as my mom started in with the usual opening line.

“Rachel was born with a rare blood disease,” she said. “We had no idea it was there, just waiting for an inopportune match to show itself.”

Nick turned to me, his eyebrows raised. “You never told me that.”

“Well, she doesn’t have it anymore,” my mother said. “The nice woman at the clinic explained everything, saying that we were fortunate with Rachel’s older brother, and that we had a one-out-of-four chance that my next child would be like Rachel.”