“… you’ll need to talk to Marshall’s mom first. She’s got ideas about the wedding.”
Oh, I bet she has. I hope she pulled her head out of her ass before she ruined my future with Daniel.
It’d beourwedding. Not hers.
God damn it.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
“… my 100 percent confirmed-to-be-good-looking future son-in-law! What can I do for you?”
Was that my mom? Was she in the room?
No. Her voice sounded a little tinny. She was on speaker.
There was that pressure to my hand again.
With as much effort as I could muster, I squeezed back.
“Marshall?” And that was a soft flutter to my jaw. “Baby?”
I tried to squeeze his hand again, but no matter what I did, I couldn’t.
Why couldn’t I squeeze back?
Come on, hand. Work with me, damn it!
“What?!”
And that was my mom getting all hysterical.
I focused every effort on squeezing Daniel’s hand again to let him know I was listening and Mom didn’t need to worry. Her screeching when she was really freaking out could be heard in the next county. No one needed to be subjected to that. We all needed to keep our eardrums. She never did know a situation she couldn’t completely overreact to.
I wasfine.
I mean… other than the whole not being able towake the fuck upthing.
“Keep talking, Evelyn. He’s reacting to your voice.”
Of course I was. I was trying to tell you that she could shut the fuck up. Christ.
“Marshall? It’s Mom.”
Yes, I know.
“Ev? What’s wrong?”
Oh, Jesus. She’d gone to Dad.
What a shit show.
I squeezed the life out of Daniel’s hand to tell him to end the call. They didn’t need to know anything. It’d only make them worry.
“Okay, baby. Rest now.”
