“We finally met his girlfriend this morning,” my mom said to Warren, and it took me a minute to catch up. What? “You met his Abby?” Warren set down his cup and gave my mom a grin of commiseration. “I was starting to wonder if she’s real, because no one’s ever seen her.” “Right?” My mom laughed in agreement. What. The. Fuck? She wasn’t real. Abby was the name I’d given to my nonexistent girlfriend. So how had my mother met her?
