Facial Recognition

by Jennifer Peel

I whispered for some reason, even though I didn’t expect Brooks to come back. In fact, his momma was madder than a hatter at him, because instead of being at the hospital, he and Morgan were attending some live TED Talk tonight about what happens when you donate your brain to science. June had quipped that she wished Brooks would get a brain and dump Morgan. I felt like that was a reasonable wish.

“I know you’re wondering about Brooks. He hasn’t been by in a couple of days, but we don’t need him. He’s probably been going to TED Talks about how to properly tie your shoe, or something just as ridiculous.”

If he said the F word one more time, I might start using some of my own F words. You know, like fudge, fondue, flan, and frosting straight out of the can.

Lol. His F word is friend.

“Do you have life insurance?” he point-blank asked before reaching for a brochure. “If you don’t, you should really think about it. You’re still relatively young, and you look healthy. You don’t smoke, I hope.” I didn’t, but this date was going up in smoke fast. He fanned out several brochures in front of me. “Take a look at these. I’m sure I can find the perfect plan for you.” No, Peter. I don’t think so. On to date number thirty-seven.