"I don't want a sock around it, that feels ridiculous. If we’re naked in the scene, then I’m naked. I’ve always been that way."

Grabbing a slice of buttered toast I run toward the backdoor. When I get there my mother clicks off her hair dryer and bustles up from the eating area table losing her place in her mystery thriller as she walks through the family room opening her robe quickly before covering her naked body in thin fabric. She ties it shut while she’s kissing me goodbye. This is the first time I’ve seen a naked woman. I am struck by her vast abundance of pubic hair. I think about it all day at school. When I get home it’s uncomfortable to hug her. We eat grilled cheese sandwiches and she asks me about my day.