“Come on, there’s time. You could still find your one and only.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m too old for that shit. I have my boys, and that’s enough. Just next time, would ya knock? You almost gave me a goddamn heart attack.” “I’m sorry, Teresa,” I say genuinely, my hand over my heart. It only earns me another eye roll. “Call me Mama T.” I grin, pleased that I’ve been accepted. I told Jay—the ladies love me.
