Mike has a phone conversation with his mother that throws him into a panic. She mentions vising again, meaning she plans to return. He’s sure that she’s coming to visit with the intention of dropping some sort of horrendous bomb on him, like she’s dying. Or she’s planning to move closer to him. Slightly hysterical, he explains the situation to Molly.
“If you don’t stop babbling, I’m going to slap you.” Molly’s face was hard. She meant it.
“Sorry. Years of anticipating the worst.”
“Normally, I’d tell you that you needed to get laid.”
I laughed harshly. It was an ugly sound.
“Been there, done that. What am I going to do?”
“Suck it up and be a man.”
I sighed, putting the glass against my forehead. “Yeah. You’re right. I got the balls, I need to put them to an alternative use.”
She giggled, tapping my knuckles. “Now you’re…
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