The next day Tom called me and I invited him to my house. I introduced him to my family, then we went down to the drugstore fountain and had lunch. We talked about everything, music, art, cars and more. We had similar interests and we were very compatible.
After lunch we went back to my house and went into my room and listened to records and talked some more. I left the bedroom door open, and it was all very innocent. Guy stopped by and came in for a few minutes, but quickly left. Tom stayed until late afternoon and then had to get back to the base. I was falling for Tom, and falling hard.
After Tom left, my Mother called me in the kitchen and started in on me. She was angry, and told me I wasn't allowed to see Tom again. I was confused, I didn't know why she was acting the way she was. She got on my case for my allowing Tom in my room. I reminded her that Guy came into my room all the time, and she was never upset about him coming into my room and that the door was wide open the entire time.
I had been taught from an early age not to be prejudice against other races and religions, so I was shocked when my Mother told me she didn't want me going out with Tom and she brought up the subject of him being Hispanic. I defended Tom, telling my Mother he was half Indian and half french. My Mother laughed and claimed that he was obviously actually Mexican.
I couldn't believe what my Mother was saying. At that moment I hated her. My Mother insisted I was not to see Tom again. I decided I would just meet him away from home.