So why me

07h25pm New York time

On a small square in Cheirfield, the arrival of a Maserati GranTurismo, leads to a succession of short, unconstructive words, but of which everyone understands the deep meaning at this moment. When Adam turns off the engine, his angry eyes are directed at the little pizzeria on the corner of the street. His return flight was extremely satisfying, almost ideal in the plane (Jessica's is the best 1). Optimal comfort, very correct speed, drinks and dishes at will, but above all, god these voluptuously shaped flight attendants are much sexier than the models. When he left Kennedy Airport, Adam smiled as he observed a new number among his contacts. Adam, who only had two girlfriends in all, is convinced that he will never call, however, he is happy to have been able to imitate the handsome guys of the TV series, that in his childhood he dreamed so much of being able to become the night when he fell asleep.

This trans-American joy, as pleasing to the eyes as it was fleeting, was broken when his keys fell out of his hand, as his body froze as he entered his apartment, which seemed to have been the victim of a 9.0 magnitude earthquake. He knelt before his beautiful blue leather sofa that had been cruelly gutted open. The culprits had not even bothered to remove the meat knife from the armrest before they left. Perhaps these people, had thought that her television was overheating, when they made her take her a bath in his aquarium, the place where she was always.

His nostrils moved when they picked up a smell from the kitchen and without even taking the time to retrieve his keys or lock his door, he rushed in. In his oven **** which must have caught fire, he collapsed when he discovered his jewel. His sublime Macbook that he had offered himself, in which he stored all his music, videos and photos. In his hands, he held in trembling, the charred remains of what contained the last testimonies of his moments spent with Meg. That day a cry of distress from a broken man tore through the New York sky, frightening the birds that flew away. Even now, the faithful of the nearby church say that they felt all the evils of humanity to be expressed through the mouth of the anonymous screamer. In any case, confusing his life a little bit with a film, that's Adam's interpretation of this exhausting day. Currently he is watching a small pizzeria after reading a text message from his mother on that sad day, sorry she didn't burn down his apartment. A second text message from the woman who raised him came to him as he tried to put his affairs in order, shocking him a second time (I'm getting married again. If you want to know your father-in-law and your new sisters, it's Saturday 22/10 06h45pm)

Muse or not, Adam pushes the door of the small pizzeria in an Armani black suit. While his eyes masked by his sunglasses scan the few tables available to customers, a horror vision causes him to have an influx of complex and conflicting feelings.

A few feet from him, while his legs lead him to in this direction, Adam who sees his mother sitting at a table, hand in hand with a man who is certainly not his father, cannot understand his current thoughts. Only his father can touch his mother. No, his father is an asshole, only his son has this privilege and no man should lay a finger on his mother. Jealous? A drop of sweat escaping from his head, slipping under the right branch of his sunglasses, Adam, who cannot even consider this idea, nevertheless shudders when this word is repeated in his head.

"Adam."

Knowing that he was at fault as often as not and even though his mother had not been gentle with his possessions, his teeth clenched, Adam reaches out his hand to the man who, to his great relief, to shake his, finally let go of his mother's hand.

"Nice to meet you Adam, I'm Martin Brown and these are my daughters Kimberley 20 years old and Sarah 18 years old. We didn't know if you'd come and since you and your mom have been having a little trouble lately, I..."

A quick glance at the 2 pretty blondes on the other side of the table that Adam greets with his head and turns it over again to maintain his intention on his mother who looks at the opposite wall. Adam who bites his corner of his lip, scratches his head, certain that it will be difficult not to be yelled at tonight and prays not to get spanked in public.

"Sit next to Sarah and take off your sunglasses. Here we are in Cheirfield between modest people, not in Los Angeles with your Jessica, so for a moment, try to behave like us, Mr. Star."

Following his mother's words, as has always been the case, Adam quickly takes off his glasses before taking a seat around the table. In his heart, he is saddened by the very cold attitude his mother has in store for him, but he will not say anything about it. He will do nothing to upset her, will not complain and will only listen to what they have to say and only then will he react according to his thoughts, which for the moment are not in accordance with this marriage. Without realizing it, Adam, who can't imagine his mother for a second and that old man in a bridal room, shakes his head.

From the corner of her eye, Mrs. Clifford picks up a signal. This movement, this little expression of disdain that he didn't even bother to hide... [Do you think you can do it to me, kid? To think of me as an idiot, me, your mother who has known you all her life?] Calming her anger, which has not diminished, thinking of her son, the bitch and her Internet connection, Mrs. Clifford, throw a paper at Adam who grabs him and opens wide eyes.

"We are getting married next Saturday in small numbers. Only very close friends, siblings, children and parents can come. However, there is one exception, you. I don't want to see you on my wedding day. In addition to the fact that you could attract unwanted eyes, your bitch could also make an appearance there and that, I refuse. No, even without it, I don't want to see you there. What you did was unforgivable. Have you ever thought about the fact that you didn't even say goodbye to Meg? What did her family think? And your colleagues, how did they react? Don't make that face, you idiot. Your relationship wasn't as secret as you think. This is neither the time nor the place, but all this to tell you that I still wanted you to meet Martin briefly, who will soon be your stepfather. Now it's done, so you can leave, nothing's keeping you here and especially not me.

"I understand. As I suppose my opinion does not count, I will not oppose it, but do not count on me to wish you my best wishes, because I do not approve of this marriage. You're too old."

It would be wrong to say that Adam who walks away from the table is not angry. His mother rejected him and unlike usual, he told him what he thought, but fighting with her will not help. He will lose and he absolutely does not want a confrontation with his mother, no, especially with his mother.