INNOCENCE FOR RENT 6
Jul 16, 2026 · 27 min · 8 segments
PART 6
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Jul 16, 2026 · 27 min · 8 segments
PART 6
8.
In the early afternoon, the head of my mother's hairdresser was never there.
Whenever I felt like it, I could go and go out with a new hairstyle without spending a euro.
I have something to tell you.
My mother said to me in a tone that I didn't like at all.
I made a nasal noise to keep it going.
I'm thinking of telling Silva to come and live with us, she announced with a fear badly camouflaged in a voice that was too casual and cheerful.
I cursed to myself.
When my mother revealed that she was thinking about something, it meant that the decision had already been made.
And living with the lazy solver was very bad news, although I must admit that I expected it sooner or later.
They had been dating for more than a year since I finished university, which was a record for my mother.
He was handsome, funny, and talkative in his 40s, but he had a lot of flaws that my mother couldn't see or pretended not to.
He was disheveled and disorganized.
He always lost or forgot his things, and neglected and failed in his professional life, He had been fired from a multitude of jobs for his laziness or incompetence, and a rail bomb.
He lived on unemployment benefits and refused to go back to work as long as he continued to be paid.
Of course, at home, I never helped my mother at all.
I wasn't even able to pick up her plate from the table when she came over for dinner.
I had no doubt that he would continue to take on the role of guest when he moved.
Out of respect, I let out an inaudible sigh.
It was useless to protest whether I liked it or not.
It was my mother's life, and I was already grown up at 23, enough not to interfere and start looking for my way.
If his company became too unbearable, he would ask Yvonne to advance our independence, something we hadn't even considered yet, without savings or stable work.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
My mother was transforming my straight hair into one full volume at shoulder height, thanks to a cut with two long and straight layers.
I never told her what hairstyle I wanted, I left it in her hands.
8.
In the early afternoon, the head of my mother's hairdresser was never there.
Whenever I felt like it, I could go and go out with a new hairstyle without spending a euro.
I have something to tell you.
My mother said to me in a tone that I didn't like at all.
I made a nasal noise to keep it going.
I'm thinking of telling Silva to come and live with us, she announced with a fear badly camouflaged in a voice that was too casual and cheerful.
I cursed to myself.
When my mother revealed that she was thinking about something, it meant that the decision had already been made.
And living with the lazy solver was very bad news, although I must admit that I expected it sooner or later.
They had been dating for more than a year since I finished university, which was a record for my mother.
He was handsome, funny, and talkative in his 40s, but he had a lot of flaws that my mother couldn't see or pretended not to.
He was disheveled and disorganized.
He always lost or forgot his things, and neglected and failed in his professional life, He had been fired from a multitude of jobs for his laziness or incompetence, and a rail bomb.
He lived on unemployment benefits and refused to go back to work as long as he continued to be paid.
Of course, at home, I never helped my mother at all.
I wasn't even able to pick up her plate from the table when she came over for dinner.
I had no doubt that he would continue to take on the role of guest when he moved.
Out of respect, I let out an inaudible sigh.
It was useless to protest whether I liked it or not.
It was my mother's life, and I was already grown up at 23, enough not to interfere and start looking for my way.
If his company became too unbearable, he would ask Yvonne to advance our independence, something we hadn't even considered yet, without savings or stable work.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
My mother was transforming my straight hair into one full volume at shoulder height, thanks to a cut with two long and straight layers.
I never told her what hairstyle I wanted, I left it in her hands.
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