“I heard Marigold tell Pippa that your friend Brendan asked her on a date.” “Brendan is too old for her,” I bite. If he touches her, he’s as good as dead. Even if he’s one of my oldest and closest friends. He needs to look at girls his own age, not focus on girls still in high school. He’s always asked far too many questions about her. Now it makes sense—he’d been interested in her. “Maybe you should stop by there and check in,” my mom offers softly.
Maybe your Momma wants you to date Marigold!
