“Whatcha eating?” she asked.
“Cereal.”
“Want me to call you back?”
“No, it’s cool. What’s up?”
“I was calling to ask you the same question.”
I furrowed my brow. “Oh?”
“You weren’t in the mood for a family dinner last night, huh?”
“Definitely not.”
“Well, thanks for the heads up. I was stranded by myself with all of Mom’s tennis buddies.”
“Dave wasn’t there?”
“No, he’s in Austin on business.”
I laughed. “The business of visiting micro-breweries.”
“No shit. He sent me a picture of him and one of the guys he works with drinking stout halfway through my third wine spritzer. I nearly forked my own eyes out.”
“Sorry to leave you hanging like that.”
“I forgive you.”
“And Mom?”
“Mortally wounded. Practically ready to disown you.”
“Oh god. Do you think I need to call her and apologize?”
“That’s up to you. I don’t really care since I left this morning. So I don’t have to listen to her talk about how her own son can’t make time for her, but if you feel like sparing Dad…”
“I told her I wasn’t coming.”
“To be honest, I think you did her a favor. Your absence really helped her build rapport with her bitter friends.”
I rolled my eyes. “What a drama queen.”
“Yes. That was the theme of the evening.”
“Sorry I missed it.”
“No you’re not, but that’s okay.”
“Thanks.”
“Assuming you don’t miss my wedding.”
“Of course not,” I said. “Are you kidding? I’ve already started working on my speech.”
“Don’t feel like you have to embarrass me. You could always surprise everyone and make me look good.”
“Yeah, right,” I said. “If there’s any day you’re going to need taken down a peg or two, it’s going to be on the happiest day of your life.”