“I’m seeing someone.” I’m more than a little shocked when she doesn’t respond and instead stares, searching around the mounds of magazines and bonbon wrappers littering her sofa. “What are you doing?” I ask. “I’m looking for my phone.” This is not at all the reaction I was expecting. “Why?” “I want to play that Lizzo song.” I roll my eyes so hard I see stars. “My gosh, Ethel. Can’t you just say you’re happy for me like a normal person?” She finally locates her phone with an Aha! She must have that song queued up because it starts playing, loudly, within seconds. Flashing me a bright grin, she
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