My mother calls at 8:04 AM Tuesday.
I answer knowing exactly what’s coming.
“He has very good manners,” she says, before I even say hello.
“Good morning, Mom.”
“And his voice. Zara. The man has a *voice.*”
“Please don’t.”
“I’m just saying. Your father wants to know if he golfs.”
“Dad doesn’t golf.”
“He’s thinking of starting.”
I press my palm flat on my studio desk and breathe slowly through my nose. “Mom. Adrian and I are very happy and I will tell you everything when there is everything to tell. Please do not take up golf.”
She makes a sound that means she’s already planning a dinner.
I hang up before she can confirm it.
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The email arrives at 9:17 AM.
I read it once. Read it again. Set my coffee down.
*Dear Ms. Bennett, on behalf of the Meridian Group, we would like t
