The Other One

A few days back, my mother called and for some reason, the conversation ended up with her asking me about my lovelife. She asked me about that crush I had been telling her about. I told her of course that I was no longer interested. This is the honest-to-goodness truth. But I refrained from mentioning why. It would complicate matters and my ego is too fragile as it is.

And then for some reason, she asked me about Jacob. Jacob? Where did she get that name?
My mind went through the possibilities and I racked my brain for any incriminating evidence I could have left back at home.

And then I remembered all the Jacob Black art and pics I had downloaded from the internet.
Oh. That Jacob.

So I told my mother that Jacob was a fictional character from a book. She accepted my explanation and told me it isn’t really advisable to be too hooked on a book character. I could understand her concerns. Hehe.

But of course, there was the other one. I haven’t told her that.