The next morning I wake up, stretch and twist around in bed for 20 seconds. I grab my watch. Ugh. 6:00 am.
If I was at home or visiting my parents I would get up, brush my teeth and watch the Today Show. But I’m a guest visiting a desi bachelor and his mother and I don’t want to disturb them. Then again, there is the flip side, if I stay in bed too long I may look lazy, which I am not. So I decide to toss back the covers and shower. Auntie is probably in her late 60s, earlier 70s – if she's a typical desi mom she is already up.
I pull on jeans and a black turtleneck and open the door. I peer up and down the hallway, absorbing the silence. Dr. Froggy’s bedroom is at the end of the hall in what his mother called “the master suite” last night on our house tour. The double doors are closed so I can only presume he is not an earlier riser. Quietly, I slink down the stairs. I feel like a fraud for some reason, like I don’t belong here.
I go into the kitchen and unsurprisingly find Auntie cooking and drinking tea. “Good morning,” she says and puts a pan of water on the stove for my morning tea. “Did you sleep well?” she asks. “I did,” I reply and lean against the counter, watching her open and close cupboards, slowly filling the counter tops with dishes. It is so obvious that she organized the kitchen.
Over a cup of tea we chat about my work, parents and where I grew up. An hour later Dr. Froggy comes down the back stairs in flannel pajama bottoms and a long sleeve tee-shirt. His mother looks unhappy to see him unshowered and unshaved and speaks to him in Sindhi. He replies in Sindhi, with an Indian accent. Hhhmm, that is odd.
We eat breakfast and Dr. Froggy goes to shower and get ready. By the time we leave for the resort (in the Porsche), I have spent five hours with his mother. Thank goodness she is so sweet and down to earth. Good thing I am me --- a self entertaining unit who can talk to anyone and anything.
Clearly Dr. Froggy has doctor brain. If the situation were reversed I would never allowed someone to spend 5 hours alone with my parents. Don't get me wrong, my parents are great --- kind and welcoming. It's just that meeting parents is nerve racking enough, but then to abandon your date for hours on end? Then again, when I told Dr. Froggy that my aunt had died he was like “I deal with death all the time.” So for someone who is empathetic and emotive (me), Dr. Froggy’s lack of awareness is worrisome. And while I cannot currently picture myself living in this house, I can see myself having tea with his mother.