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"Good, good. And by the way, Jackson?"
"Yes, Nana?"
"There might be a couple of eligible women there on Sunday. I'm only letting you know that in advance so you don't get angry like last time."
"Nana," I chastise her. "I thought this lunch was just going to be for family members. I would not have agreed to come if?—"
"You're not going to break my heart again, are you, Jackson? Please don't renege."
"I'll still be there, but please do not try to set me up."
"Have a good day, Jackson," she says, and we hang up.
I groan as I realize what I've done. Nana is going to have every single woman she can think of there on Sunday. I know her, and that's why she told me she wasn't going to. There's one thing my nana doesn't do, and that's lie, no matter what the situation or occasion.
I'll have to think of a good reason to get out of the lunch early because the last thing I want to do is break ten different women's hearts who were set on getting a date with me in hopes of marrying me.
I pick up my phone again and call Ethan.
"Hey, what's up?" he asks.
"Don't tell me you're still in bed," I say when I hear him yawning.
"Who is it?" I hear Sarah in the background, and I roll my eyes.
"What is it?" Ethan asks. "Everything okay?"
"My dad had a stroke," I say.
Ethan's silent for a second. "Is he okay?"
"He's fine," I say. "But I guess that flash of mortality hit his brain, and now he is trying to have some sort of relationship with me or something."
"Ha," he says, "and how do you feel about that?"
"Are you my therapist?" I say in response, and he laughs.
"Sorry. Sarah's got me listening to some self-help books, and one of the questions that they recommend when speaking to people is, ‘How do you feel about that?'"
"I had a feeling it had to come from her," I say. "You and I never talk about feelings."
"I know we don't, and maybe that's?—"
"Ethan," I say, "I'm not Sarah. I don't need any kumbaya moments with you."
"Okay," he says. "What do you need from me? You are the one that's calling me at six o'clock in the morning."
"I just… I don't know," I say. "It was just a weird thing to happen."
"I'm surprised you're up," he says.
"What do you mean?"
"I saw you leaving with that cute brunette. What happened? Couldn't close the deal?"
"Oh, I closed it." I smirk. "I closed it like five times."
"And yet it's six o'clock in the morning, and you're calling me."
