Kelly and her family visited again. I'll pause so you can catch up on last year's trip. And its aftermath.
This year as last, Mom chatted with me while I prepared drinks and dinner. Her other daughter now in a relationship, Mom didn't miss a beat. Even while kicking aside the women's slippers at the base of her barstool, Mom was trying to set me up with her neighbor. Her neighbor back in Georgia.
"She's a nice southern lady. Just widowed."
Egad. What do you say to that?
"And she's wealthy."
"She sounds really interesting," I replied. "Tell me more."
Kelly, outside playing with her kids, glared at me through two walls.
"She might be too old for you, though," Mom continued.
"IF SHE'S REMOTELY HIS AGE, SHE'S TOO OLD FOR HIM," the voice of God bellowed into my windows.