“Not because I wanted to. Your mom said I should give you some time alone with your one true pairing before I call.” Farrow is laughing at my mom’s wordage. My neck heats. Jesus. My mom loving us together plays too damn well into Farrow’s hand, and I lose every round when we go head-to-head. “My mom needs to take it easy,” I tell Jane. “Never. Aunt Lily loves love.” “She can love my love ten billion times less in front of my boyfriend. That’d be perfect.” I can almost feel Jane smiling on the other end. And I can also feel it fade in the quiet.
