I started to go to piano club, where I wouldn't be the only one.
I would just be there at my own home instead of the constant flyer.
And then, like a domino, something else changed.
The friend my mother moved me away from came back for a visit.
She wasn't the same person she was at 15, back when I made promises about leaving home that I didn't keep.
She is still a good friend, but we've grown apart since I moved.
I was over at her house one day with a guy, and she, in the way that only a woman who is a mother can, made it sound like it was totally up to me.
That it was my choice and, if I didn't want to sleep with him, she would be totally cool with that.
Later that same night, I got to thinking about it, and decided that maybe I would.
And now I'm trying to forget the whole thing.
But every once in a while, that image of her naked is like a brand.
In a good way.
I have the show "Mad Men" on DVD, and tonight was my viewing of "Flamingo Road.
" It's been a while since I watched any of it, but I've never forgot.