“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he spits.
“Oh, I have plenty of ideas.”
“I get that you’re Loren’s friend and all,” he pouts. “But you can’t?—”
I step closer.
“Excuse me.” My mother suddenly appears at my side. “But I’m afraid you’re mistaken. My son isn’t Loren’s friend,” she purrs. “Bridger is her husband.”
Chapter Thirty
Loren
SAYLA
YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW IS HERE?? Gif of dog in fire. Do I need to bring marshmallows?
ME
This is fine! Everything’s fine!
SAYLA
Does Margaret have Medusa snakes for hair, and are you currently texting me with statue arms?
ME
LOL. Don’t tempt me with a mythological good time. TBH, his mom IS scary, but also kind of funny. I don’t hate her. I just hate the way she makes Bridger feel sometimes. PS: My dad says hi.
SAYLA
Tell that man he owes me a game of cribbage.
ME
Done.
Can I tell YOU something now? But it has to go in the vault.
SAYLA
Duh. Are you poisoning Mommy’s margarita on Saturday? Consider the arsenic vaulted.
ME
I talked to my dad’s neurologist today.
I think I might let her test me.
And by that I mean I made an appointment for her to test me next week.
SAYLA
Wait. We’re not joking.
ME
I just want to know if I have the markers. Finally.