She swatted clumsily at me with a duffel bag. “Pff! Thank you, no. All the single men my age want either a trophy wife or a housekeeper, and I’m not doing either.” “Awwwright,” I drawled. “Two sexy single ladies living the fabulous single lifestyle, then.” Mom gave me a droll look. “So … boxed wine and binging British crime shows?” “It’s like we’re related or something.”
