The mama is a voracious reader. She likes to learn. Both things I didn't know until the husband and I became her roommates several years ago. English is not her primary language, and I would say on a scale of 1 to 10, her English reading comprehension is about a 4, more or less. She doesn't let complicated or unfamiliar words get her down. If she's interested in a story, she plows through it. If she's really interested in what words mean precisely, she asks me.
So, she asked me.
The mama hadn't even taught me about sex when I a kid. The only instruction I received that came closest to the topic was the afternoon of getting ready for my senior class prom. She showed me a gigantic safety pin, then put it in my purse, saying something like "In case you need it." She walked away before I could ask "For what?" I figured that out years later. She didn't have to worry. My prom date came out of the closet years later. If I'm recalling that eventful afternoon correctly, the mama gave me the safety pin after the daddy advised me, "Don't go f***ing around."
The parents. Do I love them!
But, back to the curious mama of today.
"Kiki," I said, somehow recalling the Ilocano slang word for vagina, pointing to hers, then mine.
"It's about what to do when it's dry. . . ." She looked at me with surprise.
"And you want to have sex." I quickly walked away, but not before noticing that she went back to the article.