An Oedipus Complex

Lyssa and Hannah arrived just as Diana's band was striking up the first chords. Hannah had left the arrangement of activities in Eugene in Kate and Randy's competent hands and come up to be at the party in Portland with her mother. Lyssa was gratified.

"So how are your roommates doing these days?" Lyssa asked.

"Kate's still pissed off after the business with Adam," Hannah said. "But Randy's just fine. He's a sweetheart."

"Is he yours?"

Hannah laughed. "Not yet, but he may soon be."

"Well, I'm glad you're not hiding them from me anymore."

"There's no need to hide Randy. In some ways he's a lot like you. It must be some kind of strange Oedipus complex."

"How so?"

"He's a latter-day hippie studying philosophy. Remember, he has the same books in his shelves as you, Mom."

Lyssa smiled. "Well, then, he certainly can't be all bad."

"I finally figured out why you were so upset over the incident with Jesse," Hannah suddenly confessed.

Lyssa looked at her daughter in surprise. "You did?"

"Yeah. When I was watching Carrie's speech on Ninety Minutes. It hit me like the proverbial brick."

Lyssa nodded. "And now?"

Hannah shrugged and nodded back. "I'm fine. It felt a little weird at first. I thought I was showing disinterested involvement, but that wasn't it at all."

Lyssa put her arm around her daughter. "It never is," she said with a smile.

"Well, you could've fooled me," her daughter replied.

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