“Not that you couldn’t bring a date.”
“Thanks, I’ll let you know. I gotta go.”
“One more thing.”
“What?” I asked.
“Your Father said you were very short with him when you stopped by to see him at the office.”
“You mean when he failed to acknowledge the fact that I’m opening my own business for the hundredth time.”
“He’s only trying to help, Aiden.”
“I don’t need his help, Mom. I need him to take me seriously.”
“He does take you seriously.”
“No he doesn’t. Look- it doesn’t matter. The point is, I wasn’t being short with him and neither of you needs to worry about me.”
“Okay.”
“Bye, Mom.”
“Bye, honey.”
I tossed the phone on the couch and decided to give Lucy thirty minutes to call me back.
If she did, we’d go get ice cream.
If she didn’t, I’d go get drunk.