Dad: I’m just having a hard time accepting our beautiful, intelligent daughter would choose an empty snap pea pod over that other boy.
Larinda: Which boy?
Dad: The one you brought with you today. Val.
Larinda: He’s my producer.
Dad: So? That never stopped you before.
Larinda: Dad!
Mom: Randall! He WAS very cute though, Larinda. And so polite and sweet.
Dad: Tiara is going to marry him if you don’t.
Larinda: Stop!
Dad: What? If neither of you do, I’m adopting him.
Mom: That’s a good idea. What are the laws about adopting adults? Would that be weird for you, sweetie?
Larinda: I have to go now. Great seeing you. Talk soon.
Larinda is downright smug when I look up and return her phone. I shake my head, fighting like hell to block the smile that will betray how incredibly good it felt to read that.
“Told you,” she says.
“Whatever,” I mumble.
“They love you.”
“They don’t even know me.”
“They want to, and when they do, they will.”
She unlocks her screen again.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
There’s no response as she types something into what looks like a text message.
“Larinda… what are you doing?”
I have my answer when my phone buzzes a second later.
I pull it up to see a message from Larinda—to a new group chat.
Larinda: Get him an XL, preferably a green shirt because that color looks amazing on him.
Within seconds there’s a response.
Unknown: Perfect! Does he like chocolate mousse? Oh, he’s here. Do you like chocolate mousse, honey?
I stare at Larinda.
“Mom asked you a question, honey. Do you like chocolate mousse?”
I swallow hard as I stare back at the strange message.