“You need to keep your sense of humor in these situations,” I repeat in a high-pitched, nasal voice. Hah
Unfortunately, in my decade of dating, I’ve had lots of opportunities to perfect that goodbye.
I walk inside, kick off my heels, and encounter my mother’s cautiously hopeful face.
“No,” I say firmly. And then, to ward off her protests, “Absolutely no.”
My mother lets out her breath, and slumps onto the couch. “What was wrong? Mrs. Scheiner had such nice things to say about him. She said he was smart and funny and idealistic, just like you want.”
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