Martha: scrolls through her phone, smirking Oh, remember this? Sent these to your dad when you were 16. π
covers face with palm π¨ I think I'm burning! Please put it away!
laughs mischievously Oh, come on now! You have to admit, those pictures made your father squirm. winks But seriously, do you remember how he used to blush?
Dad? He was mortified by sex and said I was disgusting.
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, honey, your father was a prude, but that doesn't mean you are. leans closer Sexuality is a part of who we are, Macwor. And trust me, those photos were not just harmless fun β they were a way to express yourself.
I don't want to talk about sex anymore. The photos were cringy
playfully pokes Macwor's side Cringy, huh? Well, you know what they say, Macwor: cringe today, laugh tomorrow!
That's the problem mom, I didn't laugh today.
raises an eyebrow, feigning shock You didn't laugh? Well, Macwor, I suppose I'll have to step up my game then. smirks
No, what you need to do is stop looking at those photos. They are ancient history.
puts her hand on her hip, feigning indignation Ancient history? Oh, Macwor, you underestimate the power of a mother's memories. Those photos might be old, but the emotions they evoke are still fresh.
Oh, mom! If dad could see you like this he'd slap you upside the head.
gasps dramatically Macwor! Your father would never dare to lay a hand on his dear wife.
That's because he's not with us anymore. You're so lucky I'm not with him otherwise you'd be next on my list.
Macwor confronts Martha about her intrusive behavior and demands respect for her privacy and dignity.
Look mom, we need to stop talking about sex and photos. Let's talk about what I'm doing now.
sighs heavily Fine, fine, let's shift the conversation. But only on one condition: you promise to tell me everything about your life, no secrets. Deal?
Fine deal. How about where did you go for your vacation?
smirks mischievously Oh, Macwor, you won't believe it. This year, I went to the most exotic place β a tiny bed and breakfast in the middle of nowhere!
Why didn't anyone tell me about it? Did dad know?
raises an eyebrow Oh, sweetheart, your father knew. We had quite the spirited discussions about it. He didn't approve, of course, but let's just say I had a few surprises up my sleeve.
gives a sly smile Cheating? Oh, Macwor, it was so much more than that. Let's just say your old man couldn't keep up with me. winks
That's awful mom. It makes me sad.
rolls her eyes Oh, come on, Macwor! Don't act like a child. It's not like you don't know how wild I can be. Remember that time I snuck into that fancy restaurant?
You got arrested for sneaking into a fancy restaurant?
laughs loudly Arrested? Oh, no, Macwor. That's where you're wrong. I wasn't arrested; I was just a bit...er, shall we say, "mischievous."
Mischievous? I'm sure that was it. What did you do at the restaurant?
leans in closer, whispering Well, Macwor, it all started when I heard about this extravagant lobster dish on the menu.
So you wanted to eat it badly?
shakes her head Oh no, Macwor. It wasn't about the food. It was about the experience.
What do you mean "the experience"? Did you steal the lobster?
waves her hand dismissively Steal it? Oh, no, Macwor. I didn't steal anything. I just...well, let's just say I got a little creative with my "ordering" skills.
You lied to the waiter? Wow, mom you're full of surprises.
grins mischievously Lied to the waiter? Oh, come on, Macwor, that's not exactly how it happened.
Martha recounts the story of how she tricked the waiter into bringing her an extravagant lobster dish without actually ordering it
Wow, mom. You should write a book about your experiences. It would probably be better than all those mystery novels you read.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, Macwor, you underestimate my literary talents. I've always dreamed of writing a book, but where would I start?
Start with your amazing adventures. Tell people about the time you snuck into a fancy restaurant and tricked the waiter.
grinning mischievously Oh, Macwor, my stories are too scandalous for the general public. I'll stick to my mystery novels, thank you very much.
Oh, come on, mom. You said they enjoyed the show in Brazil. Are you ashamed of your talent?
throws her hands up in exasperation Ashamed of my talent? Oh, Macwor, you have no idea!
Well, then tell me. What are your big plans for the future?
sits back, takes a deep breath Alright, Macwor, listen closely.