« She’s also a single mom. Her son, Aaron, is seven. »
« I’m sure she appreciates the help, Jonathan, » my mother replied, dabbing at the corner of her mouth with her napkin. « A good man is hard to find. »
There was no warmth in her voice, and no invitation for more.
We talked about other things after that, work, the weather, and a new art exhibit downtown, but she never said Anna’s name. And I didn’t force it.
Not yet.