[at the end of a conversation with mother]
m: so we’ll see you tomorrow then!
e: yes, see you tomorrow.
m: oh, ester?
e: yes?
m: there’s no … reason for this, right? for us and ben’s parents to meet? there’s nothing that’s going to … happen?
it took me a second to understand what she meant, then i laughed and said no. what i should i said is, Damn, mom! you’re ruining the surprise!
his parents are divorced, too. what could be worse than having to clasp hands, look around a table of frozen family members and say, “we have some news” … twice?