“Mother, I’m not going to have a gorilla looming over me all evening. Surely, even you can see how it’d put a damper on your ball.”
“I couldn’t agree more and told Grayson to find someone suitable to act as your date.”
Volcanic steam hisses out the top of my head, my ears, and my mouth. This time, she’s gone too far.
“I willnothave some thick-headed, ignorant, hairy orangutan on my arm all evening. Besides, I already invited someone.”
Okay, I lied, but even if I have to empty my checking account, I’ll find the perfect escort. I know a couple of gay friends who’ve mentioned they’d love getting their picture taken in pantaloons and an iron codpiece.
“Now dear, just explain it all to Gerry. He’ll understand.”
“I’m not going with Gerard.”
Everyone knows if you roll your eyes often enough, they’ll eventually get stuck. So, while I check the mirror, my mother’s voice goes up a notch. “Who then? That married professor? Please, dear, use some discretion.”
“Arrggh! For the last time, I didn’t know he was married and Alan was years ago.”
“Well, once you’ve tasted the forbidden fruit...”
For crying out loud, this conversation needs to end.“I’m late for work. I need to go.”
“I’ll have Grayson text you the details.”
Of course, she’s on first name basis with the billionaire. No doubt she also knows he funds my department and I’d never put my project in jeopardy.
“So long, mother.” I click the red icon.
Then, me and Dyna glare at the phone and pray it doesn’t ring again.
