Now he explodes. "GOD DAMN IT MOM . . ." He sucks in his breath making a great effort to get his anger under control before speaking again. "You are my mother . . . not her. Stop playing games OK."
"What games do you speak of hon?" she asks innocently.
"You damn well know what I am speaking of. Can't we go inside first though?" He stamps his feet on the ground as he stands there shivering in his jeans and dress shirt. "Jesus, I am cold."
"First tell me what games?"
"OK fine. Ever since you got here last summer you have made it a point . . . sometimes . . . to remind me how Gloria is NOT my mother but instead only my step mom. But then other times you turn around and demean yourself by referring to her as my mother . . . I mean it . . . I don't know I think you are kinda f*****g with me
