“Percy, I kind of feel bad giving you one more thing to think about,” Paul said. “But I wanted to ask you something.” “Yeah?” “Girl stuff.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” “Your mom,” Paul said. “I’m thinking about proposing to her.” I almost dropped my cup. “You mean…marrying her? You and her?” “Well, that was the general idea. Would that be okay with you?” “You’re asking my permission?” Paul scratched his beard. “I don’t know if it’s permission, so much, but she’s your mother. And I know you’re going through a lot. I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t talk to you about it first, man to man.”
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