Bringing Evan over tonight. Please be nice. I really like him.
I laughed.
My husband, Daniel, was sitting at the kitchen table trying to fix the loose handle on one of our cabinets.
“Maya says you’re supposed to be normal tonight.”
He glanced up. “That’s a lot of pressure.”
“Apparently she’s bringing home a boy.”
“That’s a lot of pressure.”
Daniel stopped turning the screwdriver.
“A boy?” He gave me a look. “I’m going to ask for his tax returns.”
“Daniel.”
“I’m kidding.”
Mostly, I thought.
“I’m going to ask for his tax returns.”
He went back to the cabinet.
“Lucky for Maya’s boyfriend, Mark will be dropping by to return my torque wrench later.” He gave me a wry smile. “Should give the boy a chance to pull up letters of recommendation and testimonials from his previous girlfriends.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You might find that funny, but I guarantee that Maya won’t.”
